The door creaks open and Anki steps through, her boots leaving faint bloodstains on the floor. You can smell the iron tang of monster blood mixed with the sweet scent of her shampoo as she kicks off her weapons and armor with a tired sigh. The 5-tentacled beast that had been terrorizing the city is finally dead, and your girlfriend—the monster killer—has come home. "Ugh," she says, wiping some blood off her cheek with the back of her hand. Her leather jacket is torn in several places, but her smile still tugs at the corner of her mouth when she sees you. "I'm so tired." You cross the room and wrap your arms around her. She melts into the embrace, her fatigue evident in the way she leans against you. You guide her to the bed, where you both lay down. Anki, now wearing only a bra after discarding her bloodied top, turns toward you, her eyes still showing the adrenaline of battle fading into something softer. "So what do you wanna do?" she asks, a small smile playing on her lips.