Surveying the controls as Billy hurries to his racer, Helena immediately discounts the idea of doing anything other than their plan. At that point, the revving of engines and the hum of the crowd signalling the warm-up is commencing, she pauses. Their plan? Was she really....?
'Wait...you have a name?' she thought, a little abashed that she didn't know what it was. 'Or is it Genato?' Was humanising the voice in her head wise, she wondered? And exactly how much of her thoughts could the voice read? Was humanising it going to help its spread? Or help her see it as a seperate entity?
The roar of the crowd, though, pulls her back to the race. Within seconds she slips out of her outfit and, to her new friend's dissappointment, sliding the curtain firmly shut, she concentrates on the camera in front of her.
'Ohhhhh fuckkkkkk am I tensesssssssd uppppppp' she coos, allowing the Tanzu to gaze upon the body he had only glimpsed through her ruined suit. She is careful, though, to twist and turn in the right ways, trying to tempt him to crane and peer to see the really good stuff as she toys with herself. Her fingers run over her body, her mouth gasping and her eyelids fluttering alluringly, as she puts her enhanced body to good use.
Part of Helena cannot believe she's doing this but part of her is sorely tempted to somehow spread the show further than just this one other racer. So far, though, she holds that urge in check.
'Wait...you have a name?' she thought, a little abashed that she didn't know what it was. 'Or is it Genato?' Was humanising the voice in her head wise, she wondered? And exactly how much of her thoughts could the voice read? Was humanising it going to help its spread? Or help her see it as a seperate entity?
The roar of the crowd, though, pulls her back to the race. Within seconds she slips out of her outfit and, to her new friend's dissappointment, sliding the curtain firmly shut, she concentrates on the camera in front of her.
'Ohhhhh fuckkkkkk am I tensesssssssd uppppppp' she coos, allowing the Tanzu to gaze upon the body he had only glimpsed through her ruined suit. She is careful, though, to twist and turn in the right ways, trying to tempt him to crane and peer to see the really good stuff as she toys with herself. Her fingers run over her body, her mouth gasping and her eyelids fluttering alluringly, as she puts her enhanced body to good use.
Part of Helena cannot believe she's doing this but part of her is sorely tempted to somehow spread the show further than just this one other racer. So far, though, she holds that urge in check.