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She's twenty-three, and this is Audrey's first visit to the Rose Bowers. A two week stay, complimentary through her government job on Arcbright. She's alone.
She's heard stories of the Rose Bowers, of the unrestrained hedonism that's its stock in trade, and its matchmaking, which is reputed to be excellent.
She comes in with trepidation in her heart. Her suitcase rattles as it bumps over the threshold.
"Stay as long as you like. I was your dominant, it's my responsibility to see you're okay."
"... Would you mind letting me do one more of these coloring pages? Maybe with a desk or something?"
"So long as you don't mind me using the console - the VR console, I mean - that's fine."
Audrey wanders over to the console and orders some furniture, then settles herself in at her new comfy writing desk. With apple orange peach juice, because hydration is important.
Hannah goes and gets the VR set up again and starts slashing colored blocks to the beat.
She turns off the console. "Lovely! Do you think you need more time, or?"
Color rises to Hannah's cheeks. "Aww. Thank you for the offer, but I think I'm done for now too. Even if you don't sleep, downtime is important."
Audrey goes out the door, not bothering with clothes at all, and walks back to her rooms. She doesn't encounter anyone on the way.
She goes and flops on her bed. What a day. She's got fifteen minutes left until the end of it; what now?
... She thinks she'll just curl up and rest for a little bit. She feels safe, warm and comforted. And the time is worth it. And she won't fall asleep, not with the dyne she used earlier.
After a little while, her phone beeps and informs her that it's been 24 hours since she came to the Rose Bowers.
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