FYOP/Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0005
You remove your hand from her, and after a moment of labored electrical sounds, she pulls out a bag of groceries and hands them to you, “If your hands aren’t busy, then maybe you can take these in?”
Looking into the bag, whatever wasn’t packaged in tins and boxes has long since decayed into dust. You follow her inside, again noting the irregular spasms of her hips accompanied by a squeal of grinding machinery. Inside a modest kitchen, she takes the bags from you and says with a warm smile, “Amber’s upstairs, but…” her voice lowers to a husky whisper, “I could use your help down here…”
She looks at you, eyes half-lidded, one hand draped under her ripe bust, the other resting a finger at the edge of her full lips. She smiles coyly and seems about to make another suggestion when she suddenly goes wide-eyed, shuddering for a few moments before locking up, her machinery whining in protest and slowly droning into silence. Though her face is a bit crazed, she still holds that expectant smile.