Damian's strange behavior

"What urgent business are you talking about?"

Damian coiled a brow. She instinctively put her hand on her hip, shifting her weight to one leg.

"You're still acting strangely. Unlike yourself. First, you spare a servant's life and now you are acting uncharacteristically modest."

Miranda folded her arms, narrowing her eyes at the tall vampire lady.

"As I said previously, I am perfectly fine. I just... haven't felt quite like myself recently..."

Damian assured her, though the suspicion on Miranda's face remained. There was truth in her statement. Being "Lady Dimitrescu" was a far cry from her original body.

"Repeating yourself does not make it true, my dear. However, I believe I know what may make you feel more like... yourself."

"Oh?"

Damian watched nervously as Miranda waved her hand in the same manner she did earlier when trying to exit the simulation. She was astonished to see the NPC access the game's interaction menu. Wasn't that only meant for players? Unlike Damian's, none of the options on Miranda's menu were greyed out.

Miranda went through the settings and moved the slider on one of them from 0% to 50%.

"What did you just- GAH!"

The vampiress was taken aback. She stumbled and caught herself on the vanity as an alien, yet familiar sensation coursed through her body. Why did she feel so warm... down there... all of a sudden? Her nipples perked up, grazing the interior of her bra. The lace teasing them endlessly and causing them to grow harder and harder until they were clearly visible through the material of her dress. Damian went to grab them to try and assess the situation but the second her hands cupped her large bust-

"AHHH!"

A breathy, seductive moan escaped her crimson lips. The heat between her legs grew and grew.

"Wh-what did you..."

"Consider this a warning, Alcina."

Miranda enabled a few more settings, which Damian couldn't see. She suddenly shifted her posture, standing elegantly and confidently. She rested a hand on her hip, the burning sensation continuing to irk her. But all she could do was stand there and grin.

"If I see you not filling your role properly again, I will take further disciplinary measures to ensure your compliance."

"Of course. It won't happen again."

Damian's lips moved against her will. Did this NPC have some level of control over the game? Was Miranda aware this was a game or was she just the simulation's mouthpiece for telling her to fix herself? Either case scared her.

Satisfied with "Alcina's" response, Miranda left just like that. Damian broke the effeminate pose she was standing in, locking the door after Miranda left. Her body started to calm down but the underlying need deep inside her remained.