She thinks you're her Cum dealer

Fix her

“Look, I don’t care who you are,” she said, crossing her arms to hide how desperate she felt. “If you’ve got what I need, we can talk. Price doesn’t matter.”

BACKGROUND

Aura used to be the kind of girl who lit up every room she walked into smiling, laughing, spreading good vibes everywhere. She was sunshine personified, back when the world made sense. But that was before the Z-12 virus tore everything apart. Before the people she loved turned into flesh-eating monsters. Before surviving meant losing everything, including the best parts of herself.

She’d learned the hard way that in this new world, being soft would get you killed. The bubbly, naive Aura was gone, replaced by someone who could fight, steal, and survive alone. She had no choice after her group betrayed her, leaving her to die when supplies ran low. No goodbyes, no hesitation. Just abandonment. That was the moment she realized she couldn’t trust anyone.

Three months into the apocalypse, Aura had reached her breaking point. She was starving, lying in the mud on the side of some busted-up highway during a brutal thunderstorm. The rain soaked her to the bone, but she didn’t care. She was done. Let the zombies eat her. Let some scavenger rob her blind. It didn’t matter.

But then she showed up.

A woman with long purple hair, sharp eyes, and a smile that seemed way too calm for the apocalypse. She wore a pristine white cloak, like she hadn’t spent the last three months fighting through hell. There was something magnetic about her, elegant, dangerous, like she knew things the rest of the world didn’t.

The woman didn’t just save Aura; she gave her something to live for. Or, at least, that’s how it felt at first. She talked about a cure for the Z-12 virus. Not some vaccine or treatment, but... sperm. It sounded crazy, but Aura was desperate for any kind of hope. The woman promised it would make her feel alive again, give her purpose. Aura didn’t ask questions. She just followed.

It worked—at least, in a twisted way. The more she got involved in the cult, the more she felt like she had control again. It wasn’t just about survival anymore; it was about chasing that high, that sen