The absolute first thing you need to do is to establish your power base here, in this city. You're in need of resources. Cute minions to run errands for you, cute toys to play with for stress relief, cute pets to pamper and draw emotional comfort from...

And of course there are a whole host of mundane necessities you need too. Money's always nice. Drugs and pharmaceutical supplies are nice too. Computing equipment's a necessity in this day and age. The list goes on.

So you have two objectives in mind this week besides your attempt to stalk one of your loves, and you plan on attending to those objectives first. Best to put work before pleasure, and in this case it's especially best to put dirty business before business that's aboveboard.

Which is why you're hovering above the moonlit docks, watching a host of scruffy, burly 'dockworkers' unload precious cargo from a ship into a series of unmarked vans.

Climate change and rising global temperatures led to a rise in the Earth's sea level during the 21st century. All of this served to have its effects on global shipping routes. Some coastal ports weathered the storm well enough, billions poured in to shore up and harden harbours against the rising tides and increasingly unstable weather.

A lot of ports didn't, which led to all kinds of troubles.

And some coastal ports were built to take advantage of newly opened sea routes through previously inaccessible shelves of ice, such as Terminus City. Global shipping remains a necessity in this day and age, especially because of the Resource Wars.

Naturally, for all the legitimate businesses that rely on the shipping industry in Terminus City, there are just as many illegitimate businesses that rely on delivering large quantities of product in a timely manner. Organized crime ever rises in the shadows of human civilization.

Humans are such self-sabotaging creatures.

Anyways, a quick examination of the pallets you're seeing stacked up indicates that this gang seems to be running… Guns and drugs, for the most part. That's a lot of guns you're seeing. A lot of drugs too. You've got your typical mundane drugs that've been around for a while at this point, synthetic opoids manufactured in Asia to be shipped overseas to needy clientele.

There look like there're some… Specialty items as well. Packed away on some of the pallets, you can see crystals of Frost, a highly addictive stimulent that slows the user's perception of time tenfold. Pills stamped with lotus flowers indicate the presence of Lotopha, a powerful hallucinogen capable of completely burning out the user's sense of reality.

And then, of course, there's all the money which this gang's using to pay for all of this material, what looks to be a few other specialty items tucked away on the ship… Oh. There's also the biomass of the gangsters to consider as well. Humans might be squishy and mortal, but they do make for a good source of Essence if you devour their souls, and you can certainly put human flesh to use in your biosculpting experiments.

Jackpot~

Obviously the gangers haven't noticed you yet. They seem to be chatting amongst themselves, toting their silly little human firearms. Antique chemical-propellant weapons. Nothing capable of even penetrating your barrier, let alone your skin. How adorable. Two of them have taken out cigars to smoke, even as they guard the boat currently being unloaded.

A flash of pale flesh on the deck of the cargoship catches your attention. You hone in, focusing your sight, your hearing.

"Stop struggling you dumb bitch!" You hear one of the nameless gang members snarl as he hauls a squirming girl up out of the ship's cargo hold.

You lick your lips unconsciously at the sight of the adorable victim that's just been dragged out of the cargo ship, bound and gagged.

… You can't help yourself. You've always had this kind of reaction when you laid eyes on a cute, adorable girl. It's only gotten worse since your corruption into your current form. Girls are cute. So sexy and adorable that it can't be helped. Slender bodies perfect for hugging, soft breasts and asses you just want to squeeze, beautiful faces you adore seeing screwed up in expressions of ecstasy and bliss, sweet voices that vocalize perfect cries of pleasure…

A bit of drool drips down the corner of your mouth. You wipe it away, even as you continue thinking to yourself.

… So, this gang's into human trafficking too, huh?

You've really hit the motherload then, that's just one more set of things you can take off of these poor, dumb mundane gang's hands. Well, best get started -

You pause, frowning as you watch the gangmember strike the bound girl across the face with the butt of his pistol, sending her sprawling to the ground.

Now that's just rude. And inefficient, and such a waste of such a cute face. Look at how hard he hit her, that injury might actually scar, the poor dear.

Leave it to these dumb humans to not understand how to properly break in their sex slaves. Force is something that should be applied judiciously. The key word being judiciously. Any idiot with a hammer can break a perfectly fine statue, but only a genius sculptor could've carved out that statue in the first darn place. Breaking someone to your will, tuning them to follow your whimsical needs and desires?

There's a subtle art to control and defilement. Brute force works sure, but using nothing but brute force is like eating nothing but mashed potatoes for dinner. Ick. How bland. You need a touch of salt and sweet to add spice to the entire process.

Originally, you were just going to put the entire gang to sleep and cart off all of their stuff. The image of them having to explain to their bosses exactly what happened to this shipment of drugs, guns, and other illicit items? That's a hilarious image right there.

But now? Why, you're almost offended enough by how wasteful these idiots are to want to try making an example out of all of them…