She laughed. It was a throaty, cold, dry laugh, as low pitched as her tinny little voice could manage. Her lips parted in a thin smile and she shrugged. "I've been trapped in places like this for years. Forced to do things just like this," she whispered. "It's hard not to be a little immune to the strangeness."

Another small chuckle. "And yes, I am... but I won't touch you unless you say I can. That's more than some might promise right now, especially if the drugs get thick enough in our veins." Because she knew how to masturbate to deal with the sensations, which she was starting to do, right about...

Now.