I tried.
Anon McQuant is invited to Chloe Leafman’s place, his colleague at Goblin & Sach’s. Anon, being the down to earth hick turned commodity trainer, found solace in the down to stomach and direct Chloe. Her disposition was to high grade greens, and that being her commodity of choice did not distract, rather empowered her to have high ROI. As other single men traders got wifed, fearing for his chasity, anon restricted his workplace relationships to the last remaining single males and Chloe. Due to the nature of his work, Anon found himself getting lunch for two while Chloe watched both of their trades. Effectively every looking mamono (does that weren’t “strong willed”) considered the two already married. Many jokes were made at anon’s expense due to this, but truly he couldn’t get over the whole massive bug thing. He may be a country boy, that doesn’t mean that he is immune to the creepiness inherent in crawlies.
One day, when Chloe was out (waiting for a produce launch down at some Holstaur ranch) anon decided to treat himself to Sweetgreen, a somewhat uppity place to gourge on said sweet greens. Anon had tried to bring sweet green for lunch many a time, but the green of Chloe knew no bounds and left anon with no lunch.
Anon hadn’t thought of the repurcussions of a Sweetgreen’s (biodegradable) clamshell stuffed into his miniature desk can. Anon hadn’t thought that even if all the greens were gone, a greenworm can still smell trace amounts of vegetables days after consumption. Anon hadn’t thought about much of anything, really. Which explains why, when Chloe came back, she gave him the cold carapace. Weeks went by as Anon tried and failed to get a conversation with Chloe going. It had seem to him that he had lost a friend, maybe she got a husband? Mamono, for all their charms, could get pretty disregardant especially as a newly wed. Their brain was preoccupied with their husband so often that it was wise business acumen to let newly wed mamono have paid leave for a month, so they can return to work sharp and focused.
That’s why, when the commodity team went to drink, and ended up absolutely hammered, that Anon was surprised at Chloe’s insistence to bring him home. Except home was not his home but hers, her sky rise apartment in the downtown of New Mon City. Maybe her husband instilled some sort of pity for the single and vulnerable man, knowing that any time spent on the streets for Anon would guarantee him a new wife within the hour.
The suprisingly nimble greenworm had led Anon to her place of residence and into her suspiciously clean and bare living room. Chloe sat him down in a chair, facing a floor to ceiling window with views of the city.
Chloe gave Anon a glass of water, a small decorative piece of celery on the rim of the glass.
<“You like Holstaur farm’s new produce?”
An inebriated Anon looks off into the skyline.
>“they’re okay…”
<“Their early produce was a little too ‘engineered’ for my taste, but when they started selling romaine in ‘23 I think they really came into their own. Commercially and agriculturally.”
Chloe headed into her room, continuing the one sided conversation by shouting. Slipping off of her form fitting suit and into a mamono style negligee. Pure white, all arachne silk, a testament to her high class tastes.
<“The whole head has a clear, crisp crunch and a new sheen of morning dew that really gives the leafs a big boost.”
Chloe downs a bottle of Lescatie des Rouges, a small trickle leaving her plush lips.
<“Holstaur farms been compared to more traditional North Mamnomerican farms, but I think the Holstaurs’ work with a far more bitter and ammoniacal soil”
>“Hey Chloe...”
<“yes anon?”
>“Why is there silk all over the place? Just fucked a man? A gardener or something?”
<“No anon!”
>“is that lingerie?”
<“Yes it is!”
She gave Anon a small shake of her buggy bust while heading back to the kitchen
<“In ‘24, holstaur farms released this,”
Chloe brings out a whole lettuce plant
<“Four! One of their most delicious lettuce hybrids”
<“I think their undisputed masterpiece is ‘Square lettuce’”
reveals to anon an aesthetic, cubic lettuce
<“A lettuce so crunchy, most people probably don’t taste the greens. But they should! Because its not just about the pleasures of crispy lettuce and the importance of good greens, its also a personal statement about the vegetable itself.”
<“Hey Anon!”
Anon comes to witness that predatory look in Chloe’s eyes, something you’d only find in the most sexually aggressive of mamono seemed to be staring back at you, as Chloe’s small claws quickly closed the distance from kitchen to living room.
>”AHHHH”
Chloe stuffs the lettuce cube in anon’s mouth and hops on his dick
<“Try getting lunch at sweetgreen by yourself now, you fucking selfish bastard!”
A most hedonistic scene, as Chloe alternated from rough kissing to chowing down on lettuce. Eventually she puts the square lettuce leafs between her lips and Anons.
The night of New Mon City was always a lecherous one, the ratio of desperate mamono to single men assured that, but tonight was different, as a greenworm and her dense coworker danced a carnal dance into the early morning.