As your plating everything up, you wonder what it's going to be like having a fish for a girlfriend. You chuckle to yourself, dreaming of Brooklyn in her fish form wearing a wedding dress. Who knows, maybe she's the one. You certainly hope so. You put her poké in a bowl, and your sashimi and maki roles on a plate. Carrying them to the dining room, you hear footsteps coming down the stairs. "Hey baby, what would you like to dri..." your thoughts trail off as you turn to Brooklyn. Two things immediately stand out. Number one, is that she's still completely naked. Number two is that she isn't back to her human form. "Hey... I was thinking..." She started. "Wanna take the food upstairs..? To the bedroom..?" She says, biting her lip and looking at you with a lustful gaze. You approach her, and she throws herself at you, kissing and licking your mouth with her longer, pointy tongue. You respond, by dueling with her tongue using your own. Her webbed hands grab the sides of your face, pulling you in closer to her, as you continue sucking face. You think you know what she's implying... So... do food and sex go together?
(Sidenote: anyone who reads this, don't be afraid to add chapters to this story! I'd love to work together!)