To her office

She peeped out of the door. The guy firing at her before was aiming at someone else, but an angry black gal whacked him with an electrified baton. His avatar slumped to the ground, and his briefs and gun were hers. The lucky gal picked them up and ran. I should get some nice firepower too.

She was curious about what her own office looked like. Dodging any sound of gunfire, she ran up the side stairs. The thought of someone being able to peep at her from below got her heated, and she hoped the scanners couldn’t capture her moistness.

Her office was close to the stairs, and she ran inside. It was just like in real life, big and filled with paperwork and books, with only a few pieces for comfort. Am I such a workaholic! I need more decorations.

An interesting addition was a life-sized statue of a nude male, flaccid cock dangling between his muscular legs. He stood still but appeared to have some life, showing only slight breathing movements. On his chest was a red heart with a plus sign. A health station. Oh no...