FYOP/Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0058
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“Let’s go,” you say to Amber, who smiles at her stunned mother and then races up the stairs.
Amber’s mom blinks with a forced smile, as if still processing what was happening. She lurches aimlessly about the kitchen before finally locking up, a broad smile still on her face.
Following the “younger” sex-droid, you arrive in a tidy bedroom decorated with dusty posters and photos. Amber sits down by her vanity, fidgeting with a nervous smile on her freckled face. “Sooo… about that thing I wanted to ask you …”