You apologize.

You disengage yourself from all the big men and cocks and walk over to her. Even though you have no memory of ever seeing this beautiful woman before you say, “I’m sorry Marissa, it’s not my fault, they made me do it.”

Her gaze goes to your neatly folded clothes and gear, “Oh I’m sure. They **** you then?” She asks.

“For sure. There were to many, I knew I couldn’t fight all of them. What was I supposed to do?”

She grabs you by the ear and pulls you around a corner and up a staircase, all the while yelling at you, “You are supposed to tell them that you are off limits you silly little bitch. You know damn well that not a damn person that walks in this place will touch one of Madam Marissa’s girls. You just have to tell them. What are you doing flaunting your pretty little ass in here anyway? I thought you said you were giving up the slut lifestyle and becoming an edge runner? You said you were even going to change your name to Brian.” As she finishes her rant she tosses you into a shower stall and starts the water.

You begin scrubbing the cum off yourself and say, “Honestly. It’s been a really weird day.” You shower in silence for several minutes. Getting clean is actually a bit unnerving, as the water flows over your body you can’t seem to shake the thought that this has to be real. That you are Brianna and all that stuff about being an elf, playing a video game, all of it. You get the feeling that somehow your computer has been tampered with and false memories were imbedded to make you forget something you say. You think you recorded an important figure in the city doing something bad. “This can’t be right.” You say quietly as you wash your hair. It’s just so real how could it be anything else.

The shower door opens and Marissa stands there naked. Her body is a thing of pure sculpted perfection. Her huge breasts, toned athletic form, right down to her 16” long and 3” thick magnificent cock. “Can I come in?”