Transported Page 120 (Patreon)

Media: Comic

Main Characters: Rico

Chapter 3: Employment

Page 120

Rico escapes off to the side of the building to grab a moment alone. He slumps against a pillar as much as the tight dress will allow but desperately needs the time to himself. The party and this process has taken a lot out of him.

He sighs and composes himself. "I'm sorry I have to sell myself like this, but it's the only way home..."

A lone well-dressed alien with a large drink is walking by and notices Rico. Rico notices him too and props himself up and plasters on his ditzy smile once more. The alien guy smiles and raises his drink. "You're the model from all those ads, right?". Rico mumbles out a forced happy agreement.

Immediately, a long, quilled hand drops from above, slapping itself over Rico's mouth as tentacles wrap around him, then drag him into the night.

****
Author's Notes:

Geez, does Rico have some kind of radiant aura the human eye can't see or is he pumping out pheromones in this body? Keep your kidnappy hands to yourselves, aliens.

Although... mighty suspicious to see a scientist drunk before the ribbon is even cut. They usually wait until at least the first speech. Something might be up here.