Tssssh. Whirr. Fizz.
Story Expansion Function: [ACTIVE]
Part Two of A Trip to the "Sea of Lust" Sex-Cade
Stytch breathed in. Rubber. Sweat. Incense. Hot sand. Even a technomancer marvelled at the concept of enhanced immersive reality scenarios: EIRS. Within the purple-hue coated booth, Stytch took it all in. Olfactory-stimulant modules calibrated, as small bulbs flickered awake, pulsing and surrounding her. Once, she had read up on starlings, a now-extinct bird that flocked in strange, ever-shifting patterns, like black waves in the sky: murmurations. That’s what the lighting within the booth reminded her of. The vacuum sealant broke as the door behind her opened, strings of blue neon light flooding the interior. Buzzard inhaled sharply: he could smell the level that Stytch had generated. He know what it meant.
“Hot sands… Mm. Sumwan iz meetin’ Abi Sun*, eh?”
“Buzz… What’s your deal, mm? Don’t ya’ve a demon or somethin’ to fuck?”
“Hah! Jaap, I do, but I wanned to chek’in on ye. Noh-the ferst time ye got in trouble weef’im.”
Buzzard grinned, slowly pulling the cigarette from his lips and wetting them. Staring into Stytch’s eyes, he chuckled, before putting it out on his tongue, exhaling smoke through his nose. He winked, as he sucked in his sizzling, ash-pockmarked tongue.
“Qesh-annoyin’, bruvva, I kno. I teas ‘cuz I care, eh? Reh-member, an-hour tops or the bed-stiffs’ll trakk ye.”
“...thanks.”
They exchanged a smile. A moment of silence, a pause.
“Now fuck off.”
*Abi Sun: infamous hacker that has never been seen in person.
The second half of the long-lost first Lustful Vignette. Our intent is to release another illustration with the end of the story. Fingers crossed we get the time. <3- Miguel