"No...New York is a state in the United States of America…which is a Democracy with elected officials…it is not a Kingdom or an Empire…though with as long as some of the Senatorial families have maintained a standing in the government since we split away from…the countries that sent people here originally…I guess an argument could be made to say that…we do still follow an aristocratic government."
"I see…how interesting…are there other countries like this?" Heather asks me and I find myself scratching my temple.
"To be honest with you…I'm sure there is…like uhh, Britain or England whatever it's called and a couple others…but I'm out of my depth here. I am just a simple minded farmer..who barely made it out of school with a passing grade."
"Ahh, I understand your meaning, in short... this nation is named The United States of America, and this village Clinton…is just a small portion of a large swath of land named New York…Do I understand it correctly? …And I do not believe you that…you are simple minded…"
"Yes you have it right, and thank you for your compliment…though I do not share that opinion…so just how in the world did you two get here?" I reply and ask…doing my best not to flinch as Khaleesi pinches my through my shirt quite harshly for my self-deprecating comments about myself.
"Would you mind answering a few more questions for me?" Heather asks.
"Hmm, I have a few more minutes…and as long as I have the knowledge I'll answer what I can, but when my fries are gone though…I'll be heading out." I reply to Heather.
"Thank you for being so accommodating, can you tell me where the individual that occupies the highest position of power is located in this country?" Heather conveys her gratitude and then asks her questions.
"That is actually a tough question, you see the main part of our governing body congregates in DC, the real people in power are the many senators but…our President is what people believe as our leader…and stays in the Whitehouse…"
"The city's name is DC then?" he asked.
"Well, actually...I'm not too sure on that just as many people call it DC as they call it Washington…" I explain poorly.
'It's pretty sad how poorly educated us Americans are about our own country…' I say in my mind.
"Interesting...so this DC Washington is the royal capital of this nation?" Heather asks me.
"Well…no…its…not a royal capital exactly, its just the capital…" I reply to her, but feel bad for not letting it slide as I can't just sit here and keep half-assedly correcting everything that she says.
Heather sinks deep into thought, and a quietness settles over the table we're sitting at, "Mmmm, these are so delicious and there's so much salt on these…fries, yes fries..they are so delicious…they're my new favorite food!" Melanie suddenly exclaims.
"Yes, quite so…Melanie…this is a first-class world indeed…I only wish that Fiona could eat this delicious cuisine with us too." Heather says to her companion.
"Mm." Melanie moans softly while nodding, I watch how the two of them interact…but I can't quite pin down their relationship…once my fries are gone I start to pick up my tray and the two cardboard boxed Happy Meals.
"Right then…I hope you two have a pleasant stay in America" I say to the two when I begin to take a step away from the table.
"Ah, wait a second Shane." Heather says quickly. "Yes please wait, you've helped us out so much…we want to thank you…properly!" Melanie adds on quickly…and my mind jumps straight to a foursome…
'I've become a wealthy man…best to turn them down…gently.' I say in my mind.
"Thank you, but I don't need or want anything in return, I helped you because I could and I felt like it…"
"Don't be like that." Heather expresses even as she stuffs some fries into her mouth and stands up so fast that there is a literal whoosh sound because of it, and makes a stat screen appear before her…making my eyes widen in surprise. "You're mine and Melanie's friend and savior." Heather continues…to say so earnestly I almost want to believe it.
I stand still feeling stunned, sure I assumed that she was from another world and Khaleesi agreed with me but so freely summoning an interface like this, means comfortability and experience.
"Now take out your screen as well," Heather demands gently but firmly.
"Eh...I'm really sure how to…" I reply and feel myself blushing at her shocked expression.
"Oh…my…hmm…come now, raise your arm like mine." Heather tells me what to do as though she's speaking to a child, as I lift my arm bottom side up revealing my system tattoo. "Very good, I promise you no harm will come to you." Heather continues as I reluctantly accept her promise as my tattoo glows and projects my screen.
"He-hem, do not worry I and Melanie will not judge you poorly for your low level and lack of skills…your stats certainly show that you're a hard worker and your actions today have shown us your character all of which I find quite pleasant." Heather says to me but I was more wary of onlookers, with my stat screen on display.
Luckily eating at Mc E-D's in the restaurant isn't as popular as it was when I was a kid, and other people in the restaurant were too busy staring at a particularly attractive young woman in a catholic girl uniform skirt and all making sexy poses and saying that her only fans account has discount pricing going on at the moment.
Pulling my attention away from the gorgeous young women to look at Heather who is just as gorgeous if not more so since I can tell it's an effortless beauty as opposed to the Onlyfans hoe, I know it's a bit sad but I find it genuinely…attractive as Heather opens up her skills page and begins to navigate through the list, mulling over things and figuring out what options are best for me.
"Hmm…given your stats I think this one…would be perfect for you as I'm sure you'll be adventuring…even though you claim to be a simple farmer, young Twilight Mage…" Heather hums softly before her eyes flick to me, her ruby red lips turning into a smile that she taps her index finger against…making me notice how full…plump and kissable her lips are.
From what I can see, is that she has tons of skills but her…level nearly gives me a heart attack as it reads MAX, "Yes this one will do nicely." Heather says softly to herself.
"...Huh?" I blurt out shocked at the skill she has chosen for me and the one above..
•[SNATCH] Rank? - Level ?? Required (Unique Skill)
• [Devorare] Rank Unranked, Level Requirements None, (Unique Skill)
• [?????]
• [?????]
Both skills are tagged in red and whatever is below them I am unable to read.
"This skill will be quite a useful one…for you, it'll raise your stats for the monsters you devour with it…though they must be unconscious or dead for the skill to work." Heather says as she taps on the skill and then drags it over from her screen over to mine.
As soon as the action is complete there is a ding! sound, and the skill button on my screen now displays a [+1].
"Wait, really isn't this a really strong ability?" I ask out of surprise.
"Of course I am sure…I don't need it, as my own stats and abilities are maxed out to our race's maximum potentia…so I'm giving it to you…use it well…I believe you will ascend to heights only I can dream of…"
'Wait, what…you can't just go saying something like that while looking at me like that I'm just a simple man…' I say in my head as Heather looks at me expectantly and cups my left cheek with her hand and caresses my cheek…lovingly.
"Uhh, thanks…" I reply to her while feeling myself blush at the caressing of a Dommy Mommy…
"No thank you…let us meet again sometime…in the future..Oh, and would you be willing to trade some of your currency for my coin?"
"Sure…" I reply to Heather and hand her 3,000 dollars and she transfers over the food from one Happy Meal to the other and fills the now empty Happy Meal box with gold coins.
And I leave the two women feeling overwhelmed…emotionally and physically.
"Hey...Khaleesi, you've been quiet…is something wrong?"
"N-no... It's nothing," Khaleesi answers back but I don't believe her.
"It really throws me off when you're not chatting up a storm…or claiming your superiority to me and my species.." I say back to her as I climb into my truck and deposit both boxes into the passenger seat.
"Ah, well it's just..." Khaleesi begins but stop and flies out of my pocket over to her box of food, popping her head out of the box…and looks at me with an embarrassed and shy look on her face…"it's just that, that woman is a bit scary, that's all..."
"Yeah I get that…" I mutter softly as I turn the ignition starting my truck.