Abiza looked to the passenger side of her car. Salem was sitting in the seat quietly and staring out the window. She couldn’t help but see the depressed expression he had. He even hid most of it with the collar of his new poncho. Abiza tapped his shoulder and smiled when he looked.

“Cheer up, bud!” She exclaimed. “Don’t you like your new clothes?”

Salem’s eyes readjusted to the car's floor, “They’re great, but…” he said, trailing into a mumble.

“Gonna have to speak louder than that, kiddo.”

Salem let out an audible sigh, and his eyes briefly made contact with hers. “The mortality rate for Dragun’s… I heard it was high.” He started. “I’m forced into those statistics, aren’t I?”

Abiza was silent for a long moment. This kid was the product of a freak accident and forced to leave his regular life, even if it wasn’t the best. And then, her thought process had become interrupted by the sound of a car’s horn, causing her to stare back into the road. She had, in her absence of focus, begun drifting into the oncoming traffic lane, jerking the steering wheel to the right and getting back in her own.

“Listen, Salem,” she said with an unusual softness but then coughed to clear her throat. “Only the dumb Dragun’s become a statistic, but in this car, all I see are two of the smartest beings in this city!”

Salem visibly almost smiled. “You almost hit another car.”

“But we didn’t.” She said with a sly grin. "And that's because I'm a smart Dragun."

Salem turned back around to the window, but she could see how relieved he was.

Salem slid her card down the little black box and unlocked the door, pushing the door open and letting Salem enter first.

It was plain with all the issued furnishings. There was almost nothing in terms of personality.

"Wow," Salem said, moving to the 'U' shaped couch, putting his hand on it to touch the black leather exterior. "This is all yours?"

Abiza laughed. "I wish… the government just supplies us with living spaces since we can't exactly live normal lives."

"Does that mean I'll get my own place to-" Salem tried to finish but a pillow flying at nearly sixty miles per hour smashed into his face.

"Prove yourself, and you will," she admitted. "Now pick your sleeping area, the couch, or my room."

"Your room?" Salem asked.

"You're a bold kid but settled!" She exclaimed. She began patting her stomach. "What do you want for takeout?"

Salem hung around the door to her room, clutching the pillow. He was unsure of what he'd see here, but reluctantly he pressed the door in, only to find Abiza out of her usual clothing and sitting on the side of her bed using her phone.

Even though the second skin was black and looked more like bodysuits, he couldn't help but see them as erotic. The literal skin-tight material showed every curve of her waist; it gripped her large breasts and outlined her stiff nipples. Salem had to battle everything in his instincts from acting.

Silently he wormed his way to the bed, gingerly lifting the blankets and entering without being noticed.

Except, she had noticed him moments before he reached the door. She wrapped her arms around him and spoke just inches from his ear. "You really meant it, huh?"

This was a first being so close to anybody; Salem shuddered at her words, practically purring at him. Until she released him and laughed, she turned onto her back and placed her hands on her chest.

"It's a shame you aren't older," She said, sniffling slightly. "I can smell a lot of Raye on you."

Salem cleared his throat and said, "I am older."

"That's cute, but I'm serious. I'm aware a lot of this is hard for someone so young," Abiza stated. However, she stopped and thought about it for a moment. "Shit, what even is your age?"

"Twenty," Salem replied.

They stared at each other in awkward silence before Abiza broke it with a question.

"Are you fucking with me?"

"No."

"When is your birthday?"

"Yesterday. "

Abiza then lifted the blankets covering the two. And she spotted the fully erect penis. She let go of the blankets and looked Salem in the face. "Nice cock," she said while laughing.

Salem let out a little laughter but overall was too nervous.

"I honestly thought you were some unfortunate kid that Raye had roped in-i mean, you are, but you know what the hell I mean." She leaned upon the bed, her breasts gently swaying with the movement. "Well, since you're an adult, why don't you earn your right to be in my bed?" She said, smirking.

"Huh? How?" Salem asked, also sitting up.

"Like a Dragun," Abiza answered. "Prove to me you're a Dragun worth anything at your tests tomorrow."