>Be me, a reporter from Diamond City
>Things are as normal as any other day in the Commonwealth
>But then
>A man from a vault shows up to town looking for his kidnapped son
>Ooh, this would make for a great interview for my newspaper
>Offer to travel with him in exchange for an interview
>He agrees, immediately ditches his robot butler, and we start travelling
>Couple of hours in
>He picks a lock
>O my fuk, that was kinda hot. Light vaginal vibrations occur
>He does it a couple more times over the next few hours
>My coochie moistens in a rapid fashion, evenly and thoroughly. I feel like I can open up to this man about my life story
>He picks some more locks
>I am now ferociously frothing from my vertical bacon sandwich. My underpants are fizzy.
>I can, without a doubt, trust this man with my life. I know it in my heart
>He picks yet a few more locks
>My furburger now resembles Fidel Castro after eating soup without no hands
>Slobbering and convulsing with a fiery passion, my lady parts scream to me: "This man is the one"
>I agree 100% with my cunt's thoughts on the matter
>Before I even tell my travelling partner this, he tells me he sees me as more than a friend
>I am in love
>Life is perfect
>mfw I only met him yesterday
>mfw he ditches me the very next day to fuck the french robot
If only real life women were so impressed when I pick the locks to get into their homes at night.