give her freedom

Your gaze turns towards kindness as you look at the ****, bare, blue woman lying on the floor. You kneel down and place a hand to her temple. Her eyes open, and flitter to life, blinking as if she had just entered the brightness of day after coming out of a dark cave.

"I--" she begins, running her hands along her body before shuddering with cold.

You bring her a blanket, and sit beside her for a moment, watching her expression.

"Thank you, I don't know what happened to me," she begins, but is unsure of how to continue.

You're not really sure either, but you're grateful to see her joy and gratitude with her newfound freedom.

"I do remember, however," she continues, "I'm still on shift in the brothel. I'll probably need to get back to that now."

You study her expression. She seems content with this life, but you feel as though, with this power, you could do more for her.