>>18667219Shameem's senses are heightened, her vision crisp and clear so that even the 4K television broadcasting seems inadequate. She feels like she's aware of every hair follicle. Every sound from around the room takes shape and enters her mind with perfect clarity, and every light brush of air on her skin is like a lover's caress. Time has slowed down. Only her sense of smell is dulled, numbed by the ecstasy throbbing in her nostril in the wake of the heavy drug.
In this state, she watches as THE GIRL runs to the ring and embraces the purple haired wrestler. Her eyes follow the stray swaying of their hair, the individual droplets of sweat that run down their bodies, like a bird of prey that can pick out a rabbit or field mouse from hundreds of feet in the air. The girl is shouting, the in-ring mics woefully inadequate to catch her words in perfect clarity, but there's a touch more California in her voice than Shameem remembers. Then the girl turns to the camera, lifts her shirt, and.....
Well.
It's pixelated, of course, but what just happened there is unmistakable.
The hell of it is, in her altered state, Shameem finds herself wishing it WASN'T pixelated. Let's see what THE GIRL has under the hood, hmm? Just for curiosity's sake. Her lithe, supple body, chest heaving in excitement.....
Hmmm. This really MUST be a hell of a drug.
The dealer comes out of the back again.
>"Okay, y-you can turn it off." 