Mess with Emma

Omega-Level access... That meant the whole facility was essentially his to command. His. Jay silently congratulated himself and gave himself a high five, conjuring up a holographic avatar of himself to do that. He had found that feature of the watch stupid up until this point, thinking of it as an unnecessary mental health care option for a watch, but now it felt like it was perfectly on point. With the Omega-Level Window, he was staring down at the simulated room of the office, Emma still deep into playing Minesweeper, her mouse clicking away without hesitation. She was definitely good at it, for one.

Where to even begin? Emma was, to begin with a tomboy. Her short, red hair barely registered and freckles made her look cute, and her slender frame and made her little hard to tell. Compared to her sister (Karen, who you used to date behind her back), she didn't really have much of a chest, or curves in general. Not that she needed. Emma was essentially a cold zone: She didn't have much of a libido and wasn't really particularly interested in doing so. When asked about it, she had, instead of punching someone in the face for it, replied that "sex is overrated."

And what was this? Libido Enhancement Performance Patch? Side effects may include dizziness, heightened arousal? Clicking on Field Test, he saw it materialize right before his very eyes, transported quickly through the maintenance cable. It was, unlike what he thought, a large pill. But how could he get it in her?