Chapter 22
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Load Rene
load Rene
SEARCHING FOR OTHER GUESTS...
GUESTS LOCATED...
LOADING DOMAIN
You feel your body changing to conform to the character you've chosen. To your relief, Sophie's disturbingly feminine proportions morph into a more familiar male form.
You discover that your physique is muscular, and you're a little taller than you're used to. You're dressed in mid 20th century period clothes - a simple brown tweed suit and tie.
DOMAIN LOADED
DOMAIN MANAGEMENT CONSOLE INITIATED
A silver ring on your finger glows briefly, indicating that it's your DMC now.
The back seat of a taxi
You're in the back seat of what at first glance looks like a taxi - it has a fare meter. But the fare meter isn't running, and the driver is dressed a little too well for the part.
The streets of Paris pass by through the passenger windows as you pull away from the Park.
You're beginning to realize that this whole IVR setup must be some kind of sexual fantasy fulfillment of Sophie's. You had no idea she was into this. Why didn't she share this with you?
You realize that you're not alone in this taxi; a young woman is sitting beside you, hands folded in her lap. You turn to look at her.
She's absolutely stunning - straight jet black hair frames an elfin face with green eyes and full lips. She looks French, probably from the south. She's wearing a simple woman's suit cut to her shapely figure, accentuating her large breasts. She looks at you shyly, blushing, and waiting expectantly.
You realize that this young lady is probably a guest like you - not an intelligent agent, but flesh and blood. This must have been the role Sophie played when logged into this domain.
You notice now that a submenu captioning system is running close to the edge of your peripheral vision. This IVR is based on a novel, and it seems to have a built in teleprompter, in case you forget your lines. “Fucking Karaoke literature,” you mutter to yourself. You probably won't be able to progress through this thing unless you stick to the script.
your line: O, give me your bag