"Huh?"

I watch the walls, showing me a broadcast of the moment I was so convinced a moment ago was a dream. Myself, Buffy, Faith… the sounds of our sex reverberate all around me. I stare at the moving images, my eyes transfixed on the explicit displays of sex—no, fucking. The images are vivid, raw, and incredibly arousing. Shown from angles I myself couldn't see. I see Faith pushing Buffy's head down, her eyes filled with nothing but desire as she deepthroats me, I see their skin, folding in and out as they ride me. I see Buffy's pleading eyes, wide with desire, with abandon as she screams her primal scream of orgasmic wonder and Faith's fingers pressing into the tip of Buffy's clit to extend it further.

"I wanted them. I wanted them to want me. To want each other. What happens here, is from my deepest thoughts, my desires." I say, more a statement than a question.

"You have wants and desires just as everyone else does on your world. As they have, as they do, as they will. Your abilities of creation come from every part of your conscious, directly, indirectly."

I rub my forehead, trying to calm the cacophony of thoughts, "It's best not to think too much on it. But know that while there is desire in your heart, it is dwarfed by the kindness in your soul." And like that, I let it go.

I reach for the drink again, but pause, my hand hovering over the glass. The water darkens around the unmelting ice, turning into a brownish hue with wisps of carbonation rising to the surface. A red and white straw materializes from the beverage, pushing the ice out of its way, and I sip through it, the familiar, sweet taste of Pepsi exploding in my mouth. I down the glass quickly, the cold liquid a familiar sensation. Still holding it, it refills itself, this time with the crisp, lemony fizz of 7-Up. I drink it down just as eagerly, the tartness a welcome contrast to the sweetness of the Pepsi. With a mere thought, the contents of the glass shift again. The ice cubes turn a rich, amber hue, and the glass itself groans and stretches, the top folding in on itself in my hands until it transforms into a ice-cold Corona, the lime wedge perched perfectly on the rim. I push the lime into the bottle and watch as it reacts. Foam rising to the top, spilling down the sides and over my fingers. I take a sip, the bitter, hoppy flavor a satisfying end to my impromptu tasting. I feel the slight buzz of ****, but not the residual effects. Then I tap my stomach.

"Why am I not full?" I ask, my stomach still feeling empty despite the amount I've 'consumed.'

"You feel the drink cooling your body, enjoying the flavors against your taste buds, yes?" the void asks.

I nod, realizing that the flavors, the sensations, are more intense than they've ever been. "Those feelings have been enhanced here. All your senses have been enhanced here," it confirms.

I look back at the screens, my eyes feasting on the orgasmic reactions of the slayers. Their faces are contorted in pleasure, their hands gripping the bed, their backs arching, their bodies tensing, moving, grinding. I gave them that. I smile proudly, feeling a surge of power and satisfaction.

"And my stamina," I ask, my voice low and husky.

"You finished when you wanted to finish," the void tells me.

I stare at the images, my eyes taking in every detail, finding the visual stimulation almost as pleasurable as the physical act itself. Then I wonder, my brow furrowing in confusion and curiosity. I've never actually seen Buffy or Faith naked, or for that matter, the women who played them, Sarah Michelle Gellar or Eliza Dusku, in the flesh. Intermingled with the slayers' naked bodies are real images of the actresses—photos from movies, shows, magazine covers, and photo shoots that have inspired my fantasies.

"How was I able to make what I’ve never truly seen? I don’t know what their breasts look like, feel like, taste like," I ask, my voice barely a whisper as I take in the images of Faith, Buffy, Sarah, and Eliza. "I don’t know what their sex looks like. How was this possible?"

The void responds simply, “We are aware what all look like, then, now, and later.”

I shrug, taking in the information, and as I look up, the more explicit images of my performance overtake the screens, the "true images" of the actresses fading away. I see my immense pleasure displayed before me, my desires laid bare. I glance at the Corona bottle, full and perfectly chilled, the condensation beading on the outside, and I realize that all of this has been for me. Every detail, every sensation, enhanced and tailored to my deepest desires.

Then, as suddenly as it all appeared, the images fade. I'm left sitting in silence, the drink and table vanishing as if they were never there. The void is empty, and I'm alone with my thoughts. After a long beat, I look back up, my voice steady and curious. "Why me?"

As if attempting to soothe me, the walls flicker with various images of me and the acts of kindness I've performed. I see myself giving money to the needy, working in soup kitchens, donating to organizations without expecting anything in return. The void addresses me by name, "Because of who you are, Mr. Delgado. Look at all the good things you’ve done. We’ve been looking for someone to reward this domain to for a long time. None have been more deserving than you. You have given your last dollar without a thought, gave food to the needy. You’ve even," a movie clip of Agent Smith and Neo from “The Matrix” plays, featuring Hugo Weaving's iconic line, “helped your landlady take out her garbage.”

I smile, appreciating the humor in the reference. "You have a sense of humor," I tell the void.

"And you have a sense of nobility in your actions," it responds, its voice a chorus of approval.

I take it all in, feeling a surge of pride and satisfaction. I've always just done what I thought was right. But here... here is different. Here I don't have to worry about deadlines, about parking, or if my outfit looks professional enough, or if the food I'm eating will ruin my slightly toned figure.

I stand, my mind made up, and ask, "What are the rules?" ready to embrace whatever comes next.