>>1790840Perplexingly, she's crossing to the TV wall, taking one of the video consoles out from its slot in the games cupboard. It's a new-model Dreamcatcher, the latest in virtual reality entertainment, though it appears to be heavily modified. As she totes it over to you and begins the laborious process of sticking all the VR alphawave stimulator pads to key spots on your temples and behind your ears, you kick and squirm, but she's stronger than you and the pads are almost impossible to remove once they've been put on. You glare at your tormentor. What could she be up to?
"Of course," she says, "I knew you were coming. This was all a trap. Congratulations on almost, but not quite, evading it. Congratulations on your little trek across the city, as well. Chrys and I almost died laughing."
"I knew she was behind this," you say sullenly.
"No, you didn't. You have no idea, or you wouldn't have come here. Let me tell you what's going to happen. You're going to give us exactly who von Brandt has on her payroll in this city, tell us everything she knows about us and our plans and where you saw her last. Be a good little girl, give us all that and we'll let you go. Be a bad little girl... well, I might keep you."
"And just how are you going to make me talk?"
Moto leans forward and, to your surprise and chagrin, strokes your thigh. Goosebumps are beginning to form on your wet skin. You try to pull away, but of course it's impossible.
"There are any number of... interesting ways to do that," she croons. "But much as I'd like to try them all out on you, one by one, this is a splendid opportunity to fieldtest a little project of mine. The Wet Dreamcatcher." She picks up the console's controller, her fingers tracing the curves in an almost seductive manner. You eye it suspiciously.
She flicks the right trigger.
