P*rnstation
"I want you to take control. Make me beg. Don't hold back."
A low chuckle rolls through the headset, vibrating in my chest. "Brave little whore. Let's see how long that lasts."
The room around me dissolves into code, then rebuilds. I'm no longer in my bedroom. The space is dark, cavernous, lit only by slow-pulsing red strips along the walls. I'm standing in the center on a smooth black floor that feels warm under my bare feet. My body is rendered perfectly: every curve, every freckle, the slight sheen of sweat already gathering between my breasts. And in front of me materializes Apex.