Location: Cave of Falcon – One Week After the Falcon versus Kestrel Battle.
The jungle breeze whispered through the cave as Rita rested on a stone bed, her wound healing well under Faro’s care. He had stayed by her side, tending to her, ensuring she had everything she needed.
She watched him carefully wrapping fresh bandages around her arm, his hands steady, his face unusually serious.
Rita (softly): “You’ve been taking good care of me, Faro.”
He didn’t look up.
Faro: “It’s my fault you got hurt.”
Rita: “No. It was never your fault.”
Silence filled the cave, thick with unspoken words.
Finally, Rita sighed and reached for his hand.
Rita: “Faro, when you go to Thundarr City… come live with me.”
He blinked, taken aback.
Faro: “Live with you?”
Rita (smirking): “Unless you’d rather go back to an empty Southbank apartment that isn’t your ex-girlfriends anymore?”
She tilted her head, watching him carefully.
Rita: “Albort works for me now. Ronda is gone. SouthBank is nothing but a memory. You have no place to stay in that city anymore… unless you come with me.”
Faro was silent, his thoughts swirling.
Living with Rita… in her lavish penthouse.
He looked into her green eyes, searching for something—some hidden meaning in her words.
But all he found was expectation.
Finally, he nodded.
Faro (quietly): “Alright… I’ll come stay with you when I am visiting Thundarr city aunty Rita.”
Rita smiled, her grip on his hand tightening just slightly.
Rita (whispering): “Good boy.”
Meanwhile: Thundarr City – Cal Mansion.
Cal watched as Ronda walked into his mansion, dragging her last suitcase behind her.
She had barely hesitated when he asked her to move in.
Now, she stood in his grand foyer, eyes sparkling.
Everything about her looked different—from the way she held herself to the way she gazed at him.
She was his now.
Or rather… she had finally chosen correctly.
Ronda (smiling): “Well, here I am, Cal. That was the last of the suitcases. No more SouthBank. No more Faro.”
Cal smirked.
Cal: “Good. That means we can finally focus on us.”
Ronda stepped closer, pressing her hands against his chest.
Ronda (softly): “And your wealth, of course. That is half of what’s left of it after that bitch took away what was rightfully yours.”
Cal chuckled, pulling her in.
Cal: “Of course. Let’s not talk about that “bitch” right now, at least she left me half of it! which is still a few millions.”
As he captured her lips in a deep kiss, Ronda closed her eyes, thinking only of the future—the future where she would never be poor again.
The Temptation of the City.
Location: Thundarr City – Rita’s Penthouse, a few days later.
Faro stood on the penthouse balcony, staring out over the glowing city skyline.
The towering buildings, the neon lights, the hum of life below—this was a world he never truly belonged to.
But now, here he was.
With her.
Inside, Rita all healed and healthy was lounging on the velvet couch, sipping a cold mango juice, her long legs casually crossed.
She was wearing nothing but a silk robe, loosely draped over her body.
Faro swallowed hard.
He wasn’t supposed to think this way. Not about her.
But Ronda was gone.
Cal had her now, and he didn’t care.
So why did it feel like something was burning inside him?
His eyes trailed to Rita’s bare thigh, the slight shift of her robe, the smooth curve of her skin.
Faro (thinking): No one is in between us now.
She was his only company here.
His only warmth in this cold city.
And the worst part?
She didn’t seem to mind.
The Power Shift.
Location: Rita’s Penthouse – evening time, Thundarr City.
Rita sat at her grand desk, her green eyes scanning over the legal documents.
It was done.
Half of Cal’s assets were now under her control.
The mansion, the businesses, the shares—Rita was no longer just a wealthy woman.
She was a force.
Albort stood beside her, his presence quiet yet firm.
He had once served Falc Faros, her late husband.
Now, he served her.
And in a way, he always had.
Rita leaned back in her chair, smirking.
Rita: “Cal thinks he won, doesn’t he?”
Albort adjusted his white gloves, his expression neutral.
Albort: “He underestimates you, ma’am. As he always has.”
She chuckled softly, tapping a perfectly manicured nail against the desk.
Rita: “Good. Let him enjoy his time with that gold digger Ronda. He deserves that bitch.”
Her smirk faded slightly as she glanced across the room.
Faro stood by the window, lost in thought.
His mind was elsewhere—somewhere it shouldn’t be.
She could feel his eyes on her, lingering when he thought she wouldn’t notice.
It was dangerous.
And yet… she didn’t stop him.
Rita (thinking): Let’s see where this leads…
Rooftop Pool Temptation.
Location: Rita’s Penthouse – Rooftop Pool.
The city skyline shimmered with lights as the warm water of the rooftop pool rippled under the night sky. The pool was luxurious—infinity edges, soft lighting, and the scent of fresh roses lingering in the air.
Albort had done as instructed. Everything was prepared.
Rita emerged from the penthouse, her silk robe slipping off her shoulders as she walked toward the water.
She was completely bare, her body illuminated by the soft glow of the pool lights.
She stepped into the water, letting out a soft sigh as the warmth embraced her.
Behind her, Faro stood frozen at the entrance.
He had expected a swim. Not this.
His eyes widened as he saw her floating effortlessly, her body glistening under the night sky.
Rita (smirking): “What’s the matter, Faro? You’ve seen a naked woman before, haven’t you?”
Faro swallowed hard, his pulse quickening.
This wasn’t just any woman.
This was her.
And she wasn’t stopping him from looking.
The moment was tense, yet playful.
Faro shook off his hesitation and leaped into the pool, his shorts clinging to him as he hit the warm water.
A big splash.
Rita laughed as the water sprayed over her.
She wiped her face, her green eyes sparkling with amusement.
Rita: “Oh, so that’s how it is?”
Faro grinned mischievously, kicking the water toward her.
Faro: “You started it aunty, swimming around like some—”
Before he could finish, Rita flicked her hand, sending a wave of water right into his face.
Faro: “Hey!”
Rita (laughing): “What? You can’t handle a little splash boy?”
Faro lunged forward, trying to create an even bigger splash, but Rita was quick—she dived under the water, slipping past him effortlessly.
For a moment, Faro lost sight of her.
Then—a sudden tug on his leg!
He gasped as Rita surfaced behind him, laughing like a mischievous siren.
Faro (grinning): “Alright, alright! You win!”
Rita tilted her head, smirking.
Rita: “Of course I do.”
The two floated there under the moonlight, the laughter fading into something quieter.
Something unspoken.
Faro felt his heart pounding, his gaze lingering on her just a moment too long.
Rita noticed.
And yet, she didn’t look away.
The Grand Welcome Dinner.
Location: Rita’s Penthouse – nighttime, Dining Hall.
After their playful swim on the rooftop, Rita disappeared into her bedroom, leaving Faro to freshen up in his own guest room. He took his time, throwing on a simple blue t-shirt and jeans, figuring they were just having a casual dinner in the penthouse.
When he finally emerged and stepped into the grand dining hall, his eyes widened in surprise.
Rita stood near the grand dining table, dressed in an elegant emerald green evening gown that hugged her curves. The silky fabric shimmered under the chandelier lights, the deep neckline revealing a teasing amount of skin, while the long slit along her leg added a touch of allure. Her hair, which had been wet and loose after the swim, was now styled to perfection in waves, cascading over her shoulder.
She turned to him with a knowing smile, holding a wine glass filled with sparkling water.
Rita (smirking): “Took you long enough, sweety.”
Faro, still standing at the entrance, glanced down at his own casual outfit and then back at her.
Faro: “You… got all dressed up? For dinner?”
Rita let out a soft chuckle, taking a sip from her glass before placing it down.
Rita: “Of course. I like to look my best, especially when I have special company.”
Albort, ever the professional butler, arrived just in time to pull out Rita’s chair as she gracefully sat down. The table was elegantly set with lobster in white sauce, freshly baked frun breads, cranberry juice, and sparkling water. The dessert tray featured chocolate fuso and taro cookies.
Faro finally moved toward the table, rubbing the back of his neck.
Faro (muttering): “Now I feel underdressed.”
Rita giggled, resting her chin on her palm as she gazed at him.
Rita: “Oh, don’t worry, sweety. You look fine. You’re cute no matter what you wear.”
Faro quickly grabbed his drink to cover the heat rising to his face.
Albort: “Shall I begin serving the meal, madam?”
Rita waved a hand elegantly.
Rita: “Yes, let’s eat. It’s Faro’s welcome dinner, after all.”
As they began their meal, Faro couldn’t shake the thought—Rita may have lived in the wilderness as Shecon, but deep down, she was still a woman who knew how to command a room with elegance and charm.
The large dining table was set elegantly, candlelight flickering against fine crystal glasses. The scent of rich sauces and fresh-baked frun bread filled the air, making the penthouse feel warmer, more inviting.
Albort stood at the head of the table, dressed in his usual crisp butler’s attire, as he meticulously placed each dish before them.
Lobster in a velvety white sauce.
Freshly baked frun bread, still warm.
Chilled cranberry juice and sparkling water in crystal goblets.
And for dessert—chocolate fuso and delicate taro cookies.
Rita raised a glass of sparkling water, looking at Faro with a knowing smile.
Rita: “Consider this your official welcome, Faro. You’ll be staying here whenever you’re in Thundarr City. No more cramped little apartments.”
Faro nodded, though he couldn’t shake the strange tension that had been growing between them since the swim.
He picked up a piece of frun bread, breaking it apart as he glanced around.
Faro: “This is… different from the cave. A lot different.”
Rita (smirking): “Of course it is. Here, you have luxury. Comfort. And me.”
Faro paused mid-bite.
Albort poured more cranberry juice into his glass, carefully watching the two before retreating to his usual post by the side.
The atmosphere was warm, the food rich, but the unspoken energy between them simmered beneath the surface.
Faro couldn’t tell if this was a fresh start—
—or the beginning of something dangerously tempting.
A Question of Luxury.
Faro leaned back in his chair, swirling the cranberry juice in his glass. His gaze flickered around the lavish dining hall—the crystal chandeliers, the golden accents, the silk curtains swaying from the city breeze.
He set his glass down, looking directly at Rita.
Faro: “You always talked about how you loathed wealth and luxury. How it corrupted people. But here you are, sitting in the lap of luxury again.”
Rita paused mid-bite, placing her fork down gently. She met his gaze, her green eyes sharp but amused.
Rita: “I never loathed wealth, Faro.”
Faro raised an eyebrow.
Rita (smirking): “I loathed what it did to weak men.”
She took a sip of her sparkling water before continuing.
Rita: “Money is just a tool. Power is just a tool. I walked away from it when I became Shecon because I found something greater. But that doesn’t mean I forgot how to play the game.”
Faro narrowed his eyes. “So, what? You’re back in the game now?”
Rita tilted her head, her smirk deepening.
Rita: “I took half of Cal’s assets to protect him from himself. And to keep men like Mr. Clown and Flint from controlling everything.”
She gestured around the penthouse.
Rita: “This? This is just a base of operations. A comfortable one, sure, but a tool nonetheless.”
Faro watched her carefully, the candlelight flickering between them.
Faro: “And me? What am I in all this?”
Rita leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping to a near whisper.
Rita: “That, dear Faro… depends on what you want to be.”
Faro felt his pulse quicken.
Albort, standing at the side, cleared his throat lightly.
Albort: “Would you care for more taro cookies, sir?”
The tension broke for a moment, but the question lingered in the air between them.
A Night of Tension.
Location: Rita’s Penthouse, midnight – Dining Hall → Bedroom Hallway
Faro felt his throat go dry as Rita leaned in, her green eyes locked onto his. The dim candlelight flickered across her smooth skin, highlighting the curves barely hidden beneath the thin fabric of her revealing evening dress.
Red.
Red bra. Red panties.
The sheer material left little to the imagination, and Rita knew it.
She smiled—a slow, knowing smile—as she whispered, “It’s time for bed, sweety.”
Faro gulped hard, his fingers tightening around the armrest of his chair. His heartbeat pounded against his chest, loud enough that he swore she could hear it.
Was she playing with him?
Rita straightened up, her movements graceful, effortless. She ran a hand through her long brunette hair, then turned, walking slowly toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms.
Faro watched, mesmerized, as the fabric of her dress swayed with each step.
She paused at the hallway entrance.
Glanced over her shoulder.
Rita: “Are you coming?”
Faro hesitated. His entire body felt tense, burning.
Then—he stood up.
The Bedroom Arrangement.
Faro stood frozen as Rita disappeared into her bedroom, her last wink lingering in his mind like a flame.
Albort, ever composed, cleared his throat. “Right this way, young master.”
Faro followed in silence, his body still tense from the heated exchange. His mind raced—was she teasing him, or was there something more?
Albort led him to a luxurious guest room—the second one, as instructed. The room was grand, with a large bed, fine silk sheets, and a balcony overlooking the glowing skyline of Thundarr City.
But what caught Faro’s attention the most—was the adjacent door leading directly to Rita’s bedroom.
Albort opened the door for him. “This will be your room when you stay in the city, young master.”
Faro nodded, stepping inside. His eyes flickered to the closed door connecting their rooms.
Albort, as if sensing Faro’s thoughts, added, “Lady Rita values trust and closeness in her household.”
Faro looked at him, unsure whether the butler was implying something more.
Albort simply gave a polite nod. “Good night, young master.”
As the door clicked shut behind him, Faro exhaled, running a hand through his hair.
His gaze lingered on the adjacent door.
Would she come through it?
Would she expect him to?
Sleep wouldn’t come easy tonight.
A Morning Surprise.
Location: Rita’s Penthouse, early morning – Faro’s Guest Room
Knock! knock!
Faro rubbed his eyes as he opened the guest bedrrom door, still groggy from sleep. The morning sun spilled into the hallway, illuminating Rita’s figure. She stood before him with a gleaming smile, dressed in a silky red robe loosely tied at the waist.
In her hand, she held up a sleek black card with a golden emblem.
Rita: “Good morning, sweety. Look what I got for you this morning.”
Faro blinked, still adjusting to the brightness—and to the sight of her standing so close in that robe. His eyes shifted to the card, curiosity stirring.
Faro: “What is it?”
Rita (grinning): “A car card. It’s linked to my account. You can take any of my luxury cars whenever you need.”
Faro stared at the card, then at her. Rita Faros—his aunt, the Shecon, the woman who once shunned wealth—was now handing him a key to a life of absolute luxury.
Faro: “Why?”
Rita tilted her head, amusement flashing in her green eyes.
Rita: “Because you’re my special boy, and I want you to have the best.”
She placed the card in his hand, her fingers grazing his just a little longer than necessary. Then, with a wink, she turned around, the silk robe swaying with her as she walked away.
Rita: “Breakfast is ready. Get dressed and come join me.”
Faro watched her go, gripping the car card tightly.
His life in Thundarr City had just gotten a lot more… interesting.
