Yes.
Wild, huh? She already sic you on one of her Boy Toys?
Yes.
How do you feel about that?
What do you care?
Jeez, just makin' conversation, ya ice queen.
Well don't. I'm psychic, Lina. And I don't like what I see in you.
What, you one of those goody-two-shoes nice girl protagonists? Figures.
Oh, I can be sadistic. If my partner wants it.
Oh, yeah, I bet you're the most hardcore handholder in the west.
Sure. If you like.
Oh, come on. See, that's the problem with you good-guys, you only have any fight in you when you're backed into a corner. You're all puppy dogs. Me, I'm a shark. I make sure people know not to fuck with me right off.
I'll bet.
*sigh* Alright, look. Truth is, neither of us is necessarily bound to the role we were before. Don't hate me becaus I was written to be a psychodomme. I mean, I still want all the boys groveling at my feet, but this is a fresh start, you know? I don't have to come out the gate both arms swinging. I can't really do the "nice girl" thing, but I don't have to be an unhinged terror this time around, you know?
If you're sincere about that, then good on you. I still don't like you.
Well, that's a shame, because I'm pretty sure our Omnys are expecting us to bump uglies together with whoever they send here.
Wonderful.
Is it, though? Is it really?
I was being sarcastic.
Yeah, no shit. So, really, how do you feel, knowing you only exist right now to fulfill some horny boys' jerk off fantasy, and some cosmic perverts voyuerism fetish?
Honestly? I can kind of dig it. I use dream manipulation for similar things on my boyfriend. It's just that dream-beings aren't self-aware. It's a little disconcerting actually being in that position yourself. Still, I think that, knowing what I am, I find I don't really mind too much when I think about it. Once we're done here, she says we're free to go and live a new life.
Aren't you going to miss your boyfriend?
He's here, too, in another part of the Mansion. We've fooled around with others on occasion, so, you know, it's not a terrible deal or anything.
Huh. Well, that's nice.
Yep.
So, um, listen. I'm not begging for your friendship or anything, but you're kind of the first other Story Girl I've gotten to talking to. If this little session goes well, you want to, I don't know, trade e-mails or whatever? We can keep in touch via that PlayNet thing.
I'll have to think about it.
Sure, sure. ... Hmmm...
What?
Just wondering when this guy is supposed to show up. I'm getting antsy.
So play with yourself until he shows.
Ha! You perv! You a voyeur, too, or something?
Just thought it might be a fun thing for him to walk in on, is all.
Uh-huh. Tell you what, I’ll do it if you do it.
I’m good.
How about if I use my powers, and make you feel everything I do to myself?
You touch me even once with your powers, I will shut your brain off.
Honey, I’m psychic, too, and I have elemental flesh control. I’ll cut your brain to pieces before you can fire off a mind-bolt.
Hmph. Just stay over there until it’s time to play. I’m pretty sure Whitney’s not going to let us kill each other.
Aw, I was hoping we’d get into one of those slapfights that transitions into a make-out session. Then maybe the horndog guy comes in, and is so turned out, he just pounces on us, and tries to wedge his dick in between us.
Guess you got a subby streak in there after all, huh?
Oh, not at all! It’ll just be a good lead-in set up to “punish” him!
Good grief.
Oh, come on, you’ve never once set a guy up for a sexy teasy payback?
I used to, but it’s not a habit I want to get carried away with.
Aw, come on, it’ll be fun. Some guys are into that sort of thing. Hey, we can even spin this so you’re the good cop and I’m the bad cop. I tell him he’s doomed to never cum again. You say maybe we can negotiate a deal to let him off the hook.
You got this all worked out, don’t you?
Jeesh, will you loosen up? If you hate me that much, go to another room! I’m sure Whitney won’t mind that much.
Nah, I better stick around, to make sure you don’t obliterate the poor guy.
Alright, fine. Then how about this? You’re the stronger psychic, so I’ll leave his mind to you, and you can ride his face if you want. Meanwhile, I’ve got body control, so I’ll play with his cock, and ride that. We’ll double-team him from both heads.
I think I can agree to that.
Awesome. This’ll be great, you’ll see.
No funny business.
Nope, just fun business! By the way, any idea who we’re being saddled with?
Whitney wouldn’t say, but he’s supposed to be some kind of porn author. Said girls like us are the stuff of his dreams.
Uh… wait… he’s an author… who dreams of girls like us… and we’re both Story Girls… you, uh, don’t think that…
I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?
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