“I plan to dominate Sophie...”

You tell TRAINER you plan to use what you've learned about her to dominate her.

He smiles. “Good, excellent! I knew I could trust you. I'm going to log you out now. Get to it! And when you're done using the sweet little wench, please do this for me: have her log back into IVR. I'll need to evaluate how this has affected her.”

You find the world washing away, and feel the distinctive tug of the IVR disconnecting from your mind.

You're back in the real world, back in Sophie's office.

Sophie's Office

This is Sophie's home office, where she does most of her freelance IVR programming. There's a desk here, a shelf with some IVR programming modules, and a swivel chair. There's a biosupport bed against one wall that you can climb into.

Sophie is here, staring down at you wide eyed, a little frightened.

“What the fuck were you doing in there, you asshole?” she demands.

You smile. “Finding out exactly how you spend your time, dear.”

“That was none of your business,” she says.

“Actually, it was my business. I'm your boyfriend, in case you forgot - and despite what you said earlier.”

She looks at you hard. “Don't think I'm going to forgive you for this, you shit.” She starts haranguing you with random epithets. You remove the IVR equipment and slide off the biosupport bed. You stand over her. She's still yelling at you. Knowing what you know now about her, you figure a good stiff slap would change her attitude.

Or you could tell her about herself, and what you've learned about her. She probably has no idea what's happened to her.