Hunted.

Frey couldn't believe it. The idiot researchers at corporate somehow managed to not only let a complete random citizen get a hold of a reality altering device, but they don't even know where she lives. All they knew was her name, that's it. What a bunch of idiots. The security guards didn't even try to screen this girl on the way out? Now Frey has to pick up their slack and find this Emily who goes by the name Morgana. That's about all the information she knows about her. Luckily Frey is perhaps the best hunter of anomalies in town. At least she likes to think so. But she is still way behind. It takes her a couple of hours to pin point Morgana's potential locations. She figures the first place she should stop by is some underground bar in the middle of a deserted industrial area at the outskirts of town. Almost seems like too good a cover to be true but at least the information was easy to get. Freya sighs as successful infiltration of a public space will be even harder. She has to go in without most of her gear and pretend to simply be another bar goer. As she approaches the bar there is a substantial queue outside. Curious. This place really must be popular. A burly guard stands by the entrance and waves in people one after the other. Suddenly Freya gets a tap on her back, she turns around a little surprised and faces a girl in an incredibly skimpy bunny costume. Tits almost fully on display. The girl giggles and holds out a brochure. "Hey! Welcome to Todd's~ Please take a brochure whilst you wait! It's got tons of info about the bar and...other activities." The bunny dressed girl winked at Frey when she said the last part of her sentence. The fit blonde smiled back, and took the brochure. She had to blend in after all, but there was no way she was reading it. If this note that had been taken had memetic properties the last thing Frey wanted was to fall under it's powers.

She waited patiently in queue, looking around at the other guests. They all seemed pretty normal, at least as normal as a crowd of edgy metalheads could be. That was until Freya started taking note of the people leaving the establishment. Almost all of them were dressed in incredibly slutty clothing and skimpy outfits, bot the men and women. A couple of them were even making out or straight up groping each other as they walked out of the bar. Was this normal or not? She found it hard to tell. Didn't seem completely out of the ordinary for a dump such as this. After she gets that note back and brings this Emily in for questioning and a memory wipe she was considering letting the local authorities now that very obvious prostitution was going on at the bar. Frey takes a step forwards and is finally at the front of the queue. She is sized up by the guard and after a brief pause she's deemed to be let in. If she wasn't on a mission she would have wondered what kind of criteria they had for letting girls into the bar in the first place. However her focus was solely on finding this Emily. so much so she misses all the carefully posted advertisements urging people to say "I'm a pornstar" out loud. At least she had been allowed to see a recording of the events earlier today at the offices so she knew what to look for. As she stepped inside her eyes started scanning the area, looking for a slutty big titted goth girl. She realises very quickly how little that narrows her search down. She found herself in a sea of horny, barely dressed goths of various shapes and sizes, making out, drinking, dancing and singing. This was going to be painful.

Frey tries to wade through the packed crowd and hopefully get towards backstage where she has more breathing room. On her way she is however slowly corralled towards the front of the stage, finding an almost impenetrable wall of flesh in front of her. A horde of emos, goths and metalheads, all with their tits out jiggling them about. What the fuck is going in this establishment. Frey felt her rage building. She was gonna make sure this place never saw the light of day again, one way or the other. Unfortunately no matter how hard she tried to push her way through everyone was pushing her back to try and get to the front of the stage. It doesn't take long until she's sandwiched right at the very front. It seems like she has no option but to wait this one out and hope she gets an opening in-between songs as a band walks up onto the stage. Frey buries her hand in her face briefly after her first glance revealed that the band was of course mostly naked. What did she do to deserve this assignment...Tits were bouncing around. Pussies wet and dripping. Most of the band members in fact were only wearing accessories to help accentuate their naked bodies. The bass player was a fairly well built girl with red hair and the singer was...wait. The singer was Emily! Surely that was her. It looks exactly like the recording. Her suspicions were confirmed as the singer started singing, the voice sounding exactly like the recordings she had watched from earlier. What a predicament...she can't simply hop up on stage and drag her away. She'll have to wait until after the act is up and catch her backstage.

Frey sighed. This really was such a joke. The music was complete trash too. Just noise and screaming. Where was the sense of rhythm and melody? Song after Song Frey had to endure being pushed around by half nude metalheads. Until Emily paused briefly and announced to the audience. "Thanks for being a fucking wild crowd. Now here is our gift to you all. Our recent number one hit. I am a pornstar!" Shit, that's the message that was written on the note. This isn't good. Has the power somehow managed to spread? It's possible, and not a risk Frey was willing to take. She plugged her ears as best as she could...but she was right in front of the stage where two huge speakers were blasting the music and singing out loud. No matter how hard she tried she could make out every word, and each refrain consisted of the same four words being repeated over and over. I am a pornstar." Frey groaned, she felt strange. She had managed to smuggle in a distress beacon at least and she pressed it in anticipation, right before Morgana tossed a huge bunch of pamphlets into the air. Frey picked one up. She felt urged to do so. The words "I am a pornstar." still ringing in her head. This was not the way she expected to lose herself. She always knew the job was dangerous. But this? She couldn't help but laugh as her eyes started reading the pamphlet that simply read "I am a pornstar" over and over and over. The words spiralled in her head. Snaking their way inside. Like fractals in her mind they twisted and turned endlessly in on themselves. The more they zoomed the further they went. She was going crazy, she had to do something. Had to...had to say the words. She grunted in pain trying to resist...but it was pointless. The mental anguish of resisting was causing so much pain that once she finally gave up she released a deep sigh of relief as she calmly opened her eyes and read the pamphlet out loud. "I am a pornstar." Said Frey proudly. And she was. She had always been a pornstar. Just like everyone else in this bar. This was their bar. A place they could go together and forget about their sloppy jobs for a while. Frey smiled, cheering on Morgana and her awesome band. She squished her tits together in her ridiculous blue fetish cop clothing, two pink fluffy handcuffs swinging from the leather belt that was clipped around her waist. "Fuck yeah Morgana! Wooooh! I am a pornstar! And damn proud of it!" Perhaps the old Frey that was no more at least found some solace in the fact that a distress signal had been sent. Question now was...