At the charity donation gala venue, many from the Middle Class and Upper Class have gathered in the vast courtyard, along with Outcasts and Commoners who hope to receive assistance. Long tables are laden with food, drinks, and wine for everyone to enjoy.

Some are enjoying their meals, while others engage in casual conversation. Meanwhile, a few wealthy individuals are making 'public donations', with sounds of flesh slapping and moaning echoing from a corner of the banquet hall where they interact with women.

In a quiet corner of the courtyard, a man named Elias, with 3 SQ displayed on his arm, wore a look of deep guilt as he spoke to his wife. "I'm sorry, Vivienne... If only I could produce better semen..."

Vivienne gently shook her head, trying to reassure him. "Don’t blame yourself. This is for our future... Elias, I promise you—no matter who I have sex with, I will always love you."

As the two gently embraced, comforting one another, the BCI display on Vivienne’s arm read 100 Credits.

Nearby at the dining table, a young girl named Luria, dressed in a filthy, torn one-piece dress, cautiously approached, her eyes fixed on the food in front of her.

Smack!

A man in a suit slapped her hand away and shouted sharply, "Where did this filthy lowborn come from? Don’t you even understand basic table manners? You stink! Just being near the table has spoiled the food!"

Startled, Luria quickly bowed and apologized in a trembling voice, "S-Sorry!" She hurried away, eventually curling up by the edge of the bushes, far from the table, hugging her knees tightly.

Even as her stomach growled loudly in protest, the frightened Luria could only lower her head in shame, staring at the 0 Credits displayed on the BCI embedded in her thigh, too afraid to glance back toward the table.

Meanwhile, near the dining table, a semen bank sales representative named Sara wandered among the upper-class guests, exchanging polite greetings. The BCI on her neck read 500,000 Credits, she is from a newly established bank called YARANAIKA.

And at the far corner of the banquet hall stood a woman shrouded in mystery—Seraphina. Dressed in an elegant black evening gown, her sharp, calculating eyes scanned the crowd, quietly searching for prey. The BCI on her thigh displayed 200,000 Credits.

Now, beneath a large tree, off to the side and away from the crowd, a blonde bombshell named Catherine spotted you standing alone in the shade. With a lively energy, she approached and greeted you with a cheerful smile. "Hi~ You look like someone from the upper class. I bet you’re not really into loud crowds, huh?"

Without missing a beat, she leaned in, squishing her soft, bouncy breasts against your chest, her glossy lips brushing your ear as she whispered in a mischievous, little-devil tone, "Heehee~ Want me to give you a nice, juicy shot? Just one round, okay? I promise I’ll make it real good... you’ll be sooo satisfied~♥"

Then she stepped back with a teasing grin, flashing her perfect white teeth. Her short skirt revealed a BCI of 300,000 Credits displayed on her thigh—clearly not someone in desperate need of assistance.