Walking out from the storage room, the scent of sweat and other body fluids accompanies a short young man.
The smell is strong enough for anyone in the vicinity to understand what happened inside of the chamber, especially as a Lady moans a name "Dackör~".
"YOU ARE FIRED!"; Scream with rage and impotence a pot belly, bald man who is standing in the vestibule.
His thick brown mustache trembling with increasing fury as his yellow eyes are completely bloodshot looking down the one who got to make a full score with his Step Daughter.
The short young man with skin as black as coal could not be more indifferent and unfazed about his Ex Boss attitude, returning the gaze firmly with contempt.
"As if I care, you are the one who is going to call for me first hour tomorrow in the morning, because most members in this Shooting Range Club come here only to see my Marksmanship".
Dackör takes off the ugly baggy blue and white shirt that is part of his uniform, revealing underneath the tight black motorcycle suit with orange lines the short young man is wearing.
The vibrant and eye catching tonality is similar to his piercing irises, along the orange tuft in his dark hair similar to ashen coal.
"Don't contact me unless you come with your redhead friend"; Say Dackör with a mocking grin, confusing his Ex Boss.
The comment wasn't for him, if not for the tired and ecstatic Lady who is trembling with lingering pleasure inside of the dirty storage room.
Throwing the baggy shirt directly to the floor and stepping on it as he pass over, Dackör advance to the parking lot, where his trusty vehicle awaits for him.
The Vexaryon V-X-N is the finest piece of machinery any motorcycle enthusiast could wish for, except for three small details that make it a difficult Dame to handle, attend and tame.
First is the large amount of Nuvlierz Cells that are need to power up the vehicle, Nineteen Energy Cells to be precise.
And that is not taking into account the Coefficient Flow of Twenty Mitochondrias demanded in the Driver's body capacity to keep the engine running without drawbacks or shortages of energy.
Second, the structure weighs eight tons due to its robust design and dense materials of production, which is not detrimental for the speed and maneuverability thanks to its potent motor.
And Third, the price, with a base cost of 49.5 Million Karms, makes it almost unreachable for the general public in the world of Karmdaris.
With a thunderous roar, Dackör's Vexaryon V-X-N tears through the empty highway outside the City, accelerating to nearly 250 miles per hour, a speed that is unthinkable to handle for most people.
However, Dackör has very good reflexes and impeccable driving skills, having practical experience as soon as his Driver's License was approved when he reached the 19 years of age.
Of course, he is now 22 years old and is about to finish his four years of Vocational School in the following months.
Slowing down as he enters in the streets of the City, Dackör makes a stop at the convenience store; The establishment belongs to the same owner of the apartment building where Dackör is staying.
"Punchy Fatty", a Nickname the short young man gave to his Landlord, "Poung Fate", but for a three year old Dackör, who had just entered Elementary School, the "E" sounded like a "Y".
{He is not attending today?}
Thinks Dackör as he puts his empty backpack over his right shoulder, observe the old analog clock in the wall behind the counter as he enters in the store.
"19:52"; He murmurs, as his eyes divert to the new cashier.
A young lady with short white hair and pale fair skin, barely reaching the five and a half feet of height.
Two feet less than Dackör, even when he is already short for Karmdaris standard tallness, eight and a half feet on Women, and nine and a half feet on Men.
The young lady lowers the cap of her attire to occult her eyes, trying to hide her face, almost as if she would be ashamed.
The short young man walks to the pre cooked food section, a technological marvel that allows anyone to enjoy a hot meal by pulling the cord on the package.
A real luxury for those who like to delve into forest for activities like camping, hunting or simple strolls in the wilderness of nature.
{That bastard moved my favorite flavors to the top shelves}
From the corner of his eye, Dackör can see the laughing face of Guillderon Rujeithdgge, a tall young man with Eleven Feet and Eleven Inches of height.
He has messed with the short young man for no apparent reason since the last year.
Unbeknown to Dackör, he landed a threesome with the cousin and crush of Guillderon in the same costume party the latter got rejected.
A Woman approach to the scene, standing on her tiptoes to reach one of the packages that Dackör wants to buy.
"Is this what you wanted?"; Ask the tall Woman with milky pink skin that almost looks like strawberry yogurt.
Her wavy blonde hair has a second shade, a dark magenta that resembles a good red wine, and her piercing yet kind cyan irises with slit pupils are a true sight to behold.
"It is, Can you fetch the others for me, My Gallant Knightess?".
The Woman smiles kindly, having a simple and playful tone "Of course, I exist to serve you, My Lord".
Even if the interaction is just a mere act, Dackör can avoid getting truly excited, as a very attractive and curvaceous Mature Woman is stretching herself against the shelves puffing out her round and firm ass cheeks.
{Damn!, The jeans barely do justice to highlight her gorgeous buttocks}
Without losing his focus, Dackör pulls out a shopping bag from his backpack to store the food, grabbing some six-packs of beer, as well as cartons of juice, with some bottles of soda and rum.
He doesn't waste time in his actions, yet, the young man keeps ogling at the Mature Goddess, even when he advances towards the counter, paying for everything, including several packages of chocolate muffins filled with hazelnut vanilla whipped cream.
Opening the front pocket of his backpack, Dackör accidentally lets the cashier see that he is carrying a pistol.
The young lady tension is evident, and Guillderon intervenes without knowing what is happening.
"Harassing others again Hummingbird?".
Dackör's fury soars with the question, although he doesn't mind when Women call him like that, it is a whole different story when Men do so.
He doesn't tolerate the Nickname, especially if it is mentioned with a negative or offensive intonation.
"Harassing?, I suppose someone who never has managed to get laid once in his pathetic life doesn't understand the difference between Harassing, Flirting and Foreplay".
Guillderon face contorts as he grits his teeth with anger; Dackör simply said a fact, though, his statement is more meaningful and hurtful of what he could believe or even suspect.
Smirking mockingly, the short young man is ready to depart as he has stored his supplies in the backpack.
Nevertheless, a bright glow rises from the black and white tiles of the lustrous floor; The whitish shade changes into to a deep dark indigo that looks like ink, forcing every person to fall, sinking in the now supersolid state of the ground…