Nothing, but discuss clearer ground rules

She slowly exhaled it all out in one continuous blow, her arms falling limply below and behind her. She ultimately decided she couldn’t do anything about this whole situation, which was completely out of her reach. With her eyes closed, she was thinking of ways to still somewhat display her dissatisfaction towards the entity’s action. Which, she realized, was quite pointless quickly since the substance was literally in her head. This was seemingly how this all started, after all. Reading her dreams...

“Alright.” As glad as Asami was that they gave her time to think, it was time for an actual conversation to clarify things. “Just so we are in the clear, you are willing to work with me as long as we’re having fun, right?”

“That is correct,” it replied.

“And we can agree that making me panic like this is quite the opposite, right?”

“That seems to be the case. We do not see what the big deal--”

“Come on,” the Asian interrupted, “work with me, here. Even if there were no proof left and zero risks involved, stealing is morally wrong, no matter what. Just to be sure, there’s not another impromptu shipment on the way, correct?”

“Not yet.”

“And not ever. You’re in my brain, so you should have a way to know common senses laws. No more stealing from anyone or anything else, no more illegal activities whatsoever. This whole situation with you is already beyond insane, just allow me that amount of normalcy. Pretty please?” she squeaked that last part, unsure if she had overstepped her boundaries.

“Yes Asami, we are sorry for the trouble we have caused you, and it shall not happen again.”

The petite Asian exhaled in satisfaction, a small smile gracing her visage. “Thanks. It means a lot.”

“We want to work together with you, Asami. No need to fear us. We just want you to have fun, and us to bask in your emotions. Now, how about you explore the merchandise?”

Her eyes refocused on the room only to notice her hovering rubbery lounge chair had moved during the negotiations. The balloons supporting her slowly rotated forwards to gently secure the girl back on her feet. She now stood right in front of the mountain of the freshest stock that could ever be in her presence. An arm’s length, to be precise.

The intoxicating fresh smell only triggered her faster, a shaky hand slowly rising towards the deflated latex. Her breathing accelerated, her heart thumping loudly in her ears. Everything else in the room seemed to vanish for her, nothing else mattered. So close, now...