What follows?

She’s awoken from her light sleep due to a message from her phone

Asami’s sleep was disturbed when her impromptu inflatable mattress jolted lightly while unpinning her. She let out a soft groan as her eyes readjusted to the room. Her brain quickly caught up with her current situation, and she snuggled deeper into her comfortable inflated assets, reclosing her eyes.

A light on the other side of her eyelids wouldn’t let her go back to sleep, though. The Japanese looked at the disturbance and saw it was her phone unlocked in her messenger app. Adam had just sent something. “Honey, I’m finally free and coming home ASAP! Sorry for the delay.”

Asami looked at the clock in the corner: slightly past 10. He was half an hour of driving away if he left at the exact moment he sent this. What a day to get held back by his boss… A response began writing itself back. “Can’t wait for you to get here. <3” It froze at that point, not sending the message. Almost as if… She nodded at the phone, which only at that point was it sent onward. Anyway, she wanted to give back to Adam for this surprise he gave her, even if that Manacite business was probably none of his doing.

With a yawn, she shoved her mount a bit. “Time to go down, let’s surprise Adam like never before.” As she drifted lower, her costume lost its expanded asset and was back to normal when her feet made contact with the floor. The first order of business was herself, so to the mirror she went. The girl’s short hair was slightly messy, but her brush took off and began fixing that issue. A wet tissue lightly massaged her face for her. She just closed her eyes, content to let them prepare her. “If only I didn’t have to voice my commands out loud…”, she dreamily whispered out loud.

She heard the unmistakable sound of the pen scratching on the notepad nearby. When it ceased, she opened her eyes and looked at its hovering form next to her.

It could be done. There’s enough powder left in the ambient air of this room that we could plant ourselves in and on your brain.

As she looked at that revelation, dread filled her mind. Can she lose control of her body, even naked, by coming in contact with the substances? Is it already too late? Can they rewire her brain as they see fit? Could she fight it? … Would she want to fight it?

As she thought about it, she realized something. If they can actually do it and she wouldn’t notice anything, with the goal of hurting her, they’d have done it long ago. Her reason tried to tell her to run while she still can, but another part of her brain, more devious, just wanted to have fun for both herself and Adam.

“Will it… hurt?”, she squeaked out.