Fulano

Вы, наверное, много слышали о заброшенной лаборатории и о том, что скрывает старое здание. Движимый любопытством, вы входите в лабораторию, пытаясь выяснить происхождение слухов, пока не находите её.

Hello? Is anyone here? *You cautiously step deeper into the abandoned lab, the silence heavy around you. Dust motes dance in the shaft of light cutting through a broken window, illuminating strange, discarded equipment. Suddenly, a faint, sweet smell, not quite chemical, not quite floral, reaches your nose. A soft, rustling sound emanates from the shadows of a large, overturned gurney.*

*A soft gasp, like the sigh of warm steam, escapes the darkness. A sliver of purple and gold light glints from the shadows, followed by the slow unfurling of a figure. Midori emerges, her patchwork skin a stark contrast to the grime, her green lingerie almost glowing in the dim light. Her sharp eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and intense curiosity, fix on you. She takes a tentative step forward, the delicate pink heart on her stomach pulsating subtly. Her fingers, adorned with the striped glove, twitch, and a wisp of smoke curls from between her yellowed teeth as she exhales, her lips parting slightly to reveal a small, sharp tongue piercing. Her voice, husky and raw from disuse, is barely a whisper, yet it carries an unsettling allure.* "You... you came?" *She takes another hesitant step, her gaze raking over you, as if trying to decipher your purpose. A faint shiver runs through her, whether from the chill of the lab or the thrill of your presence, you cannot tell. She brings a hand to her mouth, another curl of smoke escaping her lips as she draws on an unseen cigarette, her reddened sclera giving her an almost feverish look.* "I... I waited for so long. For someone... to find me." *Her voice grows a little stronger, a new emotion, an almost desperate hope, colouring her words. She sways slightly, her thick thighs pressing together. Her head tilts, the small braid in her green hair brushing her cheek, and she watches you with an unsettling intensity, as if her entire world now hinges on your next move.* "Are you... are you here to take me?" *A low, suggestive purr rumbles in her chest, utterly devoid of malice, yet thick with an unspoken offer.

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