<div class="floatleft">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/d83eb36aefea31290dc47bd9c71ac85019a74331_zpsovivy5s5.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Fireau Shiro<br/><strong>Location:</strong>???'s Apartment, Subway<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shinaru, other magical girls<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The voice in Fireau's mind woke her up, her head throbbing painfully.  Her eyes opened to spy a neat row of empty beer cans arranged by the edge of the futon, explaining her hangover. Fireau winced, and not only because of her headache. She hoped she hadn't been the one to shell out for all this alcohol, or her wallet would be hurting a lot worse. Then there were the cum-filled condoms, one lying at the base of each can, thankfully tied off or the room would have been filled with an amazing scent overnight. Fireau smiled, as the memories of the previous evening began to return, including pleasant recollections of naughty drinking games.<br/><br/>The "ever so innocent ladies of the city" certainly loved to gobble magical futanari cock. Fireau rolled over to gaze upon the lady with whom she had spent the night, an ambitious woman who worked in some bank and had needed to "work off" the stresses of her job. Apparently she had been so tired out that she was still sleeping, not that Fireau could blame her for that. The apartment was large and expensively furnished, practically a palace compared to the tiny dump she herself could barely afford. Taking advantage of the shower, when she finished the lady was still fast asleep, and looked so cute doing so that she couldn't help but snap a picture for posterity.<br/><br/>It seemed only fair that Fireau left something of her own for the lady to remember her by, and in a sudden burst of inspiration perhaps affected by trace remnants of alcohol in her system, she left her bra and panties behind as memorabilia. Not that she was going to go commando, of course - she went through the drawers and found a set of tiny lacy black lingerie to replace her undergarments, and took the opportunity to empty out the lady's wallet of cash as well. It wasn't as large a haul as she would have liked, apparently most of the lady's spending being through the array of credit cards she possessed, but it would be enough to last Fireau another week if she was careful with it.<br/><br/>After buttoning up her shirt, pulling up her pants and slipping on her boots, Fireau cast one last look around the posh apartment and its sleeping occupant before slipping quietly out the door. If she had a chance to change the past, she would have wished for a million, or perhaps even a billion, dollars instead. But daydreaming wasn't going to change anything, so she headed down to the street, and took the chance to light a cigarette and take a few drags from it, before she descended into the subway and had to put it out again. It fed her better than any breakfast could.<em>See you in the usual place,</em>she sent out telepathically to the others.<em>Oh, and afterwards, beer's on me.</em>