>be Anon Incognitus
>aspiring story writer
>navigating the dirty, filthy, insect-ridden suburb of Kaleimo City
>shiver as you pass by the hungry-looking monster-girls, as they give you lusty yet aggressive stares
>your contact is said to live somewhere there
>what’s a professional graphical artist doing living in this dump, by the way?..
>nevermind, you knew what you were up to when you sought the services of an, ehm, underground artist
>and have you seen the prices the legit ones charge for their services?..
>half the price, half the hassle, that’s how you saw this deal
>you arrive to your destination, an apartment in a filthy-looking, three-story house
>you ring the bell, shuffling nervously
>a dirty-looking squirrel-girl opens up
>she’s dressed in a greasy tank top and stained shorts, a strong smell of cigarettes and half-spoiled food striking your nose soon as the door opens
<”yo. you got the money?”
>you hand her the bag of coins, she unwraps and quickly counts the money
<”right. that should do it. hold on a sec”
>she ruffles through her pockets and pulls out a flash card
<”here’s yer drawings. now get outta here. you don’t know me and I’ve never seen ya”
>you speedily get back home and immediately take a shower before checking out that art
>at a glance it looks good enough, you wonder if she’s really a professional artist
>that’s until you notice the odd 6th and 7th fingers on one of the hands
>more and more characteristic irregularities start popping up as you look further through the art
>doggamnit, got scammed by a chick with a graphical processor
>and then a random dragon girl rapes you because why not