What kind of movie is Zari in? Who’s her co-star?

Sara

Naked, with the feel of a strange sofa against her body. Zari’s eyes went wide as she struggled to process the sudden change in her situation.

Someone brushed her side. Zari jumped to her feet, reeling, and hastily lifting her arms to hide behind them. She looked down at herself.

There really wasn’t a stitch she had on. Not even a bracelet or necklace, nothing but the air and, now, her arms covering her heaving chest as she hyperventilated slightly.

And her captain was in front of her. Sara tilted her head quizzically.

“Why are you so shy all of a sudden?” Sara said.

“Shy?!” Zari said indignantly.

She looked around what seemed to be a normal apartment building, trying to get her bearings. She knew she was a little different from the Zari that existed in this timeline but she wasn’t aware those differences were going to lead to being naked with Sara.

“Zari?” Sara said. “What was that light anyway? I didn’t know there were two of you.”

And Sara was making even that sound flirting. Zari opened her mouth to retort, then stopped.

“You… don’t know about the two of me?” Zari said.

“I just came to deliver pizza,” Sara said.

Zari blinked. She slowly became aware of the discarded pizza box to the side. Well that was just wrong. All else aside, there was no way she’d just have ignored it.

“And that led to getting naked?” Zari said, trying to only look at her captain’s eyes as opposed to the rest shamelessly displayed.

“You were cute,” Sara said. She shrugged.

Well that might have been true to Sara. What was going on here?

Then Zari turned around, and saw the camera. She screamed suddenly, falling back and crossing her arms more tightly over her front as she fell back onto the couch, eyes locked on the impassively filming lens.

“Wait, are we in a porno?” Zari said, staring.

For that matter, where even was her totem? No necklace, no bracelet…

Her ass landed on the cushion, and something jolted inside her. Zari squeaked. Okay, well, there it was. That was something to process later.

“A what, babe?” Sara said, already idly playing with Zari’s hair. “You okay?”