The next morning

The morning sun filtered through gauzy curtains, spilling golden warmth across the floorboards of Joana’s apartment. She moved with a languid grace, wrapped in a loosely tied robe, her steps quiet but unhurried. The air still smelled faintly of jasmine bath oil and skin.

She settled at the kitchen table, steam curling from the rim of a heavy ceramic mug. The first sip of black coffee sent a soft shiver through her - a contrast to the deep, slow-burning heat she still carried from the night before.

She stared at the smooth surface of the coffee for a moment, then let out a small, incredulous laugh. The kind you give yourself when you’re not sure if you’ve crossed a line, or found something important.

God, she thought. That was… something else.

Last night hadn’t been about testing boundaries or proving a point. It had simply been her - Joana - giving in. No simulations, no overlays, no external modifiers. Just her, alone in her skin, following every impulse with a kind of ravenous curiosity that refused to be denied.

She remembered the way her hands had moved. Slow, then fast. Searching, discovering. Mapping new pleasure like an explorer charting an unfamiliar land. No old instincts to rely on, no muscle memory to guide her: only sensation and desire, raw and intoxicating.

Joana sipped her coffee again and leaned back in the chair. She crossed one leg over the other, robe slipping slightly off her thigh, and let the quiet settle.

I could get used to this, she thought, smiling to herself. But I’m not done yet.

Her eyes flicked toward the hallway. The RAC console sat silent in the next room, humming with dormant potential. It hadn’t been touched since the transformation. She’d needed time - time to live in this new body, to make it hers before layering on any enhancements or overlays.

But now… now she was ready.

Joana rose from the table, abandoning the last half of her coffee. Her movements were still slow, but they carried new purpose.

She padded down the hall, one hand tightening the robe around her waist. Her gaze was fixed, calm, but alive with anticipation.

The RAC blinked to life as she entered...