[Accidental Video]

[makeumypet]

[Actually, the NV's camera turns on by itself as it is in Amy's hands, showing the audience a view of Amy looking around the shadier parts of AGI territory.]

This isn't where I needed to be.

[Amy swings her arm low and the NV's camera catches a blurry view of the end of her over-knee socks, the edge of her skirt and the skin that shows between

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[Voice]

[meteor_heart]

Amy?! Where are you? I'll come to get you right away.

[Tifa's heading out the door, tugging her gloves into place. If they so much as lay a finger...]

[Voice]

[makeumypet]

It looks like the AGI sector.

[Amy's audio is flickering]

[Voice]

[meteor_heart]

Find a professional building and go in-

Hello ladies. Look at your man.

Now back to me. Now back to your man. Now back to me. Sadly, he isn't me. But if he stopped using ladies scented bodywash and switched to Old Spice he could smell like me. Look down, back up, where are you? You're on a boat with the man your man could smell like. What's in your hand? Back at me. I have it, it's an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love. Look back again. The tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible if your man smells like Old Spice and not a lady.

I'm on a horse.

[Voice]

[makeumypet]

-- oh no, not again.

[Amy is getting very peeved with her NV now. But she does go into a professional-looking building... which... happens to be a slave-rental store.]

[Voice]

[meteor_heart]

- the owner that some people are following you. He might call the police to come take you home.

Amy? Are you there?

[Voice]

[makeumypet]

[Amy is stopping herself from crying out of frustration. She takes a deep breath and speaks to Tifa.]

... I'm sorry, my NV has not been working properly.

[There is the sound of slave chains and people in the background]

[Voice]

[meteor_heart]

Mine's not either.

Are those chains? Where are you?

[Voice]

[makeumypet]

Yes. Those are chains from the slaves here at the slave rental store. [she sighs]

[Voice]

[meteor_heart]

S-slave...rental.

You shouldn't be there Amy. What's it called? I'll be there soon.

[Voice]

[makeumypet]

I... I don't know it's name but--

[Hi Tifa. Have a Rickroll!]

[Voice]

[meteor_heart]

Wh-what...

Argh. I'll find it, promise. Just hold tight Amy, tell the owner people are following you.

[Voice]

[makeumypet]

We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

[Voice]

[meteor_heart]

[Tifa wants to scream. Amy's too young to be exposed to any of this. She's sprinting now, head down, arms pinwheeling. Maybe if it plays for long enough she can follow the sound of the music to Amy.]

[Voice]

[makeumypet]

[Fortunately, Amy... is rather used to the concept of slaves. She did have a few back in Romania, after all. But anyway, she sits miserably in the shop, covering her ears and wincing at the stupid song that was playing on it.

She will grow to hate Rick Astley forever.

Anyway, at least there aren't any perverted men who wanted her... well... until this one man stood in front of her...]

[Action]

[meteor_heart]

Amy!

[Tifa's running from street to street now, trying to hear the strains of those loud songs Amy's NV keeps playing. Was that Battler in the distance?]

AMY!

[Action]

[makeumypet]

[In the meantime, Amy was being pinned to an alleyway wall by the man she ran into at the slave house. Being a small girl, she was practically helpless, even if she was a skilled fencer. Her NV was on the ground, blaring that awful music.]