Introduction. Eventless. Medium Aphro.

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When Re-l Mayer came to, she was on a hard, cold surface, and by what she could deduce, she was wearing her sleeping garments. This was because her skin was in contact with it. Where ever she was, the light was of a brightness that pierced the dark behind her eyelids. With a stiff groan, and a need to move out of her uncomfortable position, she

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Re-l was not herself when she retreated back within the bathroom, using the edge of the sink as an anchor and a life line to rest against to keep her standing. The fluorescent light above flickered as if it cowered under the intensity of the proxy's arrival. She stared at the face that loomed beyond the light of the bathroom, hidden in the shadows of the adjoining bedroom suite. His clothes ruffled as if caught in a windless breeze. Her mind pained with the hopes of it being Vincent, but something inside her fervently wished her to see reason. Surely, such a horrible demeanour as this proxy could not be Vincent, she knew him a little better than that. Or did she? Paranoia had a cold grasp of her, reminding her hysterically of her short term memory loss, a distinct possibility considering her arrival.

A credit to herself, Re-l remained composed on the exterior. Perhaps the only clue as to her internal dilemmas and fear was the rash tightening of her hands on the sink, for her skin had stretched tight over her knuckles and had become comparatively whiter than her skin tone. She narrowed her eyes, glaring daggers at the mass that taunted her within the refuge of darkness. She decided to indulge the proxy, which may soon result in a foolish outcome. 'This is someone's living quarters ... not my own, and not an apartment of Romdeau - you made sure of its demise. The decor is to old for it to be of the AI era.' It was true, from what she had seen of the connecting room, the furniture and decorations were of what she had seen in earlier renditions of human living. The true humans. She remembered her bruises, and immediately they hurt anew. 'Besides, I'm sure you are the one with the answers as to why I am here, Proxy One,' Re-l sneered, not having meant to, and in trying to keep her dignity, made a conscious effort not to initiate any ill will between the proxy.

Re-l Mayer was still distantly aware of the affects of what ever biological agent was in the air, the giddiness and butterfly-feelings that invaded her sensations, her entire being. As she felt the cool ceramic of the sink press against her thin clothes, she found herself feeling insatiably vulnerable.