FYOP/Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0005
Instead of helping her up, you brush past her offered hand and kneel beside her. She looks at you with confusion across a face dotted with freckles and scars. “What are you doin’?” she asks, a slight tick and faint electrical buzz betraying her true nature.
You answer by drawing a hand along her thick thighs, your fingers going from bared, warm skin to the leather straps sinking into her plush yet firm artificial flesh. Her entire face and part of her chest flushes a deep crimson, her eyes widening in surprise, and her legs waver between closing in embarrassment and hesitantly spreading in encouragement. She quickly turns her head away to stare at nothing, a completely flustered look on her face, small gasps of disbelief escaping from her trembling lips.