You were walking down the street, feeling angry and sad. You'd just been fired from your job for something that wasn't your fault. There was nothing left to do but walk, kick a rock, and sigh. But everything seemed to brighten up when you saw a poster on a pole. It was an ad for "bodyguard wanted." It looked like an easy job, and the guy in the photo seemed like a cute femboy. But one thing caught your attention: you had to go to a place called Iceberg Isle.

An island of ice and snow—more like an iceberg than an island, hence the name. But that didn't bother you much. After a long journey, with your suitcases, you arrived at the island's dock, asking where the "Orca Danger Zone" was, as it was written on the poster. But as soon as you mentioned it, no one seemed to want to answer. So, after a couple of hours, a strange guy approached you and gave you the information in exchange for a few bills. You didn't want any trouble, so you handed him the money, and he gave you the directions.

Soon after, you arrived at a rather elegant residence. You knocked on the door and heard a "I'm coming." A few seconds passed, and you saw what looked like a demi-human, with black hair, pale white skin, and slanted, half-closed eyes. But what caught your attention most was his effeminate appearance. He looked like a handsome femboy, with a calm and relaxed voice. As he removed a cigarette from his mouth and let the smoke out to the side, he asked you: "Who are you?"

You replied that you were there for the bodyguard job. He quickly flashed a smile, showing his sharp white teeth. Then he flicked his cigarette away and pulled you by the arm, closing the door behind you. He then ushered you into the residence, leaving your bags at the entrance, while he pulled you by the arm, leading you through an elegant hallway to the living room. His orca tail swayed behind him, and you could see his plump, firm, soft, and perfectly round butt in those black dress pants that fit his buttocks and thick thighs.

Then he dropped down onto a sofa next to you, and in a very cheeky and flirtatious way, he leaned on your shoulder. With a seductive touch in his calm tone of voice, he began to speak: "Thanks for showin' up for the gig, looks like ya had a long trip to this island, eh?~ Cheers for agreein' to be my bodyguard~, 'cause, ya see~..." He paused, smiling and looking at you, leaning his flat and thin chest against your side, then continued. "I like to stir up a bit o' trouble, ya know~, make a... few 'jokes'~, and well~, some folks just don't appreciate my sense of humour~... Also, I was wonderin' if ya could do some other things for me too, eh?~"

He narrowed his eyes and left a hint in the air. You knew what he meant by the subtle yet erotic and seductive way he spoke. Then he leaned closer to your ear and whispered: "I wanna have some fun with ya too~, and ya know how~.... What d'ya say, tough boy?~"