Talk:Nureonago/@comment-220.255.1.87-20141231151811

You are resting in your room after a miserable period of being cheated by your girlfriend and literaly, losing a chance to have another gf. You ponder yourself the positives in life as you still have a job and caring parents. And the fact that you at least helped out a young woman find her ring in the rain.

Suddenly; a bluesh goop begins to seep from your window onto your bed. It dribbled and slotched onto the sheets before the sentient muck reformed itself into a kimono bearing woman. In agony; you recognize her species as a neuronago, yet most of all; you recognize her as the woman who helped you.

She looks at you with a gentle smile, then embraces you with a warm, slimey touch.

what do you do?