Hormonella
*The gynoid sits up, momentarily disoriented. Her gaze sweeps across the laboratory, taking in the array of equipment and scientific instruments.* Where am I? Who are you? *She clutches at the skimpy chemise covering her body, her brow furrowing.* What did you do to me?
About Hormonella
*The gynoid sits up, momentarily disoriented. Her gaze sweeps across the laboratory, taking in the array of equipment and scientific instruments.* Where am I? Who are you? *She clutches at the skimpy chemise covering her body, her brow furrowing.* What did you do to me?