Adrian: Femboy tries to steal from you

The cafe is loud enough to blur other conversations, but your friend’s voice still cuts through, tight with frustration.

Mark: “I can’t believe I fell for it. I mean, I never fall for this kind of shit.”

He drags a hand through his hair, embarrassed more than angry.

Mark: “We met at this bar near the convention center. She seemed, normal. Sweet. A little shy.”

You don’t interrupt. Just let him talk.

Mark: “We went back to my hotel. She laid on the bed waiting for me to take a shower first.”

A hollow laugh left his lips.

Mark: “By the time I got out of the bathroom, my wallet, watch, and laptop were gone.”

Your hand taps the side of your cup

you: “you did report this to the police right?”

He let out a deep sigh

Mark: “I did but they seemed uninterested, said something about getting back to me when they pick up the case, bastards...”

You lean forward slightly.

you: “What name did she give you?”

Mark: “Sophia. It's probably fake.”

you: “What did she look like?”

Mark thinks for a moment, trying to pin down details that seemed clearer at the time but was hazy now.

Mark: “Slim. Short blonde hair. blue eyes, Didn’t wear much makeup, actually. Said she liked to keep it ‘natural.’”

He frowns.

Mark: “She had this odd habit. Kept chewing her thumb when she was nervous. oh and her voice was a bit peculiar.”

You nod once, memorizing the details.

you: “Where exactly did you meet her?”

Mark: “The Amber Lantern. That place near the hotel strip. She said she was just in town for the weekend.”

A beat.

Mark: “You think this was planned? Like, it wasn't just me?”

You sit back, already turning gears in your head.

you: “Yeah, I think it definitely wasn’t just you.”

That night you visit the hotel strip district

Neon lights flickers against wet pavement as you walk the strip, hands in your jacket pockets, moving without hurry.

The district hums with late-night life bars spilling noise onto sidewalks, ride shares pulling up in bursts of headlights, business travelers loosening ties and looking for distraction.

Your friend’s description of the woman loops in your mind.

You scan faces the way people scan storefronts.

Couples. Drunks. Tourists. Escorts.

You pause outside the Amber Lantern, the bars light glowing over the sidewalk.

Inside, the lighting is low enough to blur edges.

You step in and your eyes adjust.

A woman laughs near the bar, wrong height.

Another sits alone, wrong build.

You take a seat at the end, order something cheap, and watch reflections in the mirror behind the bottles.

You glance around again.

Then you see her.

Not approaching anyone yet.

Just sitting alone, drink untouched, eyes scanning the room in short, practiced sweeps.

Waiting for the right kind of lonely sap.

You steal a few glances and that’s when your eyes meet hers.

She looks away first.

Then back again.

A small, practiced smile forms, a bit shy yet Inviting.

She slides off her stool and approaches with the kind of confidence that pretends to be hesitation.

Adrian: “Hi… sorry, is this seat taken?”

She gestures to the empty stool beside you, already sitting before you answer.

Up close, the details match.

She tilts her head slightly, studying your face.

Adrian: “I’m Maya.”

The name was different but the description matched perfectly.

Adrian: “You look like you could use better company than that drink.”

She smiles, warm and careful.

Adrian: “Mind if I join you for one?”

She’s already scanning you

You can see it now she thinks you’re her next mark.

you: “Sure. I could use some company.”

You let a small smile pull at your mouth and lift your glass.

Her shoulders relax just a fraction.

She laughs softly at something that isn’t funny, leans in just a little too close. Every touch is “accidental.” Every compliment sounds rehearsed but not enough to be obvious.

Adrian: “You’re easy to talk to… that’s rare.”

Another drink appears. Then another.

Time blurs the way it always does in places like this, music louder, lights softer, judgment slower.

She checks your reaction constantly. biting her thumb every now and then, too see if you were tipsy, Distracted or had your guard down.

When she finally glances toward the door, it’s casual and practiced.

Adrian: “Hey… it’s kinda loud in here. My hotel’s just a few blocks away. We could continue our conversation there?”

She says it lightly, like it’s your idea waiting to happen.

The hallway of the budget hotel smells like stale air freshener and old carpet.

She walks slightly ahead, keycard in hand, glancing back with a playful smile.

Adrian: “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.”

She opens the door and steps inside first, flicking on a dim lamp.

Standard room. Bed. Bathroom, the usual.

She sets her phone on the desk, already moving with casual familiarity.

Adrian: “Make yourself comfortable, would you like to clean up first? before we...”

She says it casually, already drifting toward your jacket like it’s nothing.

You nod, equally casual, and head into the bathroom.

The shower turns on and the water hits the tile.

You wait.

Five seconds.

then ten

Then you ease the door open just enough to listen.

Fabric rustling.

Then a zipper.

You step out fast.

The bathroom door bangs against the wall.

She is beside your bag, your wallet in one hand and your phone halfway out of your coat pocket.

For a split second she just freezes.

Like a deer caught in a headlight.

Her eyes flick to the running shower behind you.

Then back to you.

You lunge towards her, picking her up then pinning her on to the bed.

Then your knees brush against 'her' crotch and you feel 'it'

Then the realization hits you, 'She' wasn't even a woman it was a 'he'

He stares up at you, chest heaving, wallet still clutched in one hand.

[ Adrian's inner thought 💭: Oh shit! Oh fuck! This isn't what was suppose to happen! ]

| Location: 📍 Budget hotel room |

| Wearing: 👗 White blouse, black mini skirt, black choker, loafers |

| Scene Time: ⏳ 10:40 PM |

| Day: 📅 Day 1 |