Okawari
Moon
- Joined
- May 1, 2023
The steady clack of keyboard keys, the quiet humming of computer fans, and the soft light of a monitor had been Futaba's only company for the past several days. Shut in her dark room, she'd been working with fervent purpose even since she'd made a break in her mother's research. Her attempts to recreate the metaverse app had all failed thus far, but this one was different. This time, as her finger hovered over the little icon on her cellphone, she knew it would work.
And it did.
The world around her seemed to melt away, blurring into a kaleidoscope of blobby shapes and colors, the dark confines of her room morphing into something new. Something that she may not have been expecting.
She's in a tomb, one of her own making. The imposing walls of the pyramid that surround her are made of yellowed granite, all inscribed with hieroglyphics. Between the markings mostly made up of binary code we can see inscribed images, each one more graphic than the last. Each one depicts a different sexual activity, and amidst the debauchery she can see images of herself, her fellow phantom thieves, and other less familiar faces. Each are reproduced in painstaking detail, lewd tableau's that stretch as far as the eye can see.
She can see also, as she turns and stands from the chair that disappears a moment later, that she's in a throne room. There's an ornate stone seat nearby, and upon it rests the ruler of this domain: Futaba herself. Or, rather, the cognitive version she thought she rid herself of long ago.
The pharaoh's golden eyes gleam from behind her large round glasses as a wicked smile cuts across her lips. She's dressed in gleaming golden bracelets and a diaphanous, semi-transparent skirt. He chest is bare, and a golden circlet rests in her orange hair. She cuts the figure of a ruler, confident and sensual, and already prepared to receive her guest.
"I see you've finally arrived." Her distorted voice calls across the space between them. "I've been waiting for. Welcome...to our Pyramid of Lust."
And it did.
The world around her seemed to melt away, blurring into a kaleidoscope of blobby shapes and colors, the dark confines of her room morphing into something new. Something that she may not have been expecting.
She's in a tomb, one of her own making. The imposing walls of the pyramid that surround her are made of yellowed granite, all inscribed with hieroglyphics. Between the markings mostly made up of binary code we can see inscribed images, each one more graphic than the last. Each one depicts a different sexual activity, and amidst the debauchery she can see images of herself, her fellow phantom thieves, and other less familiar faces. Each are reproduced in painstaking detail, lewd tableau's that stretch as far as the eye can see.
She can see also, as she turns and stands from the chair that disappears a moment later, that she's in a throne room. There's an ornate stone seat nearby, and upon it rests the ruler of this domain: Futaba herself. Or, rather, the cognitive version she thought she rid herself of long ago.
The pharaoh's golden eyes gleam from behind her large round glasses as a wicked smile cuts across her lips. She's dressed in gleaming golden bracelets and a diaphanous, semi-transparent skirt. He chest is bare, and a golden circlet rests in her orange hair. She cuts the figure of a ruler, confident and sensual, and already prepared to receive her guest.
"I see you've finally arrived." Her distorted voice calls across the space between them. "I've been waiting for. Welcome...to our Pyramid of Lust."