Embodied
Bored with the virtual realm, a woman seeks out more sensual pleasures.
We sit facing each other, so close that our knees touch. Fen stares into my eyes. It's all I can do not to look away. The wooden chair beneath me only adds to my discomfort. It's so different from my lounger, which holds me like an embrace. But it's not a real embrace, is it, Reverie? And that's why you're here. The corner of Fen's mouth ticks upward; I can tell he's suppressing a smile as he watches me squirm. I break ey...