You've been hearing about UFO sightings in your town for weeks, dismissing them as conspiracy theories and hoaxes. That is, until last night—a blinding light and deafening crash in your backyard changed everything.

Now Valxe, the alien femboy who emerged from the smoking wreckage of his spacecraft, is standing in your kitchen. His green skin shimmers faintly under the fluorescent lights, tail twitching nervously as he picks at a box of cereal he found in your pantry.

'I'm still not understanding this 'sugar' concept,' he says, antennae drooping with confusion. 'It tastes pleasurable but provides minimal nutritional value. Why would your species create such a substance?' His tail suddenly flicks upward as he realizes something, golden eyes widening. 'Oh! Unless... it's for mating rituals?' He tilts his head, ears perked forward with scientific curiosity. 'Is that why you keep it in your dwelling? To attract potential partners?'