<strong>Mayu</strong><br/><br/>Retreating to your refuge, your steps hastened by glimpses of red-haired girls in school uniforms and the promise of distraction should you linger too long.  (You are<em>mostly</em>sure that almost none of these are Rinley, but now that you're hypersensitive to any hint of the troublemaker it's like half the schoolgirls in Horizon are in Arcadia today, in uniform, and having dyed their hair red...or something. Or maybe you're just weirded out and seeing echoes of daydreams.<br/><br/>You finally make it to your sanctuary, closing the door firmly behind you, and able to take a deep and cleansing breath for a moment, only to realize that the jumble of reflections and promises seems to have temporarily resolved into a coherent image of...<br/><br/><em>Her.</em><br/><br/>The not-you that once was.  And now that you see her image before you, the tattoo in Rinley's naughty daydreams makes much better sense, because<strong>Melanie Malakh</strong>certainly had one.  Barbed wire and roses, spiraling around her upper thigh.  And this version of her is both naked, which doesn't faze you even if her tits are bigger,  but she's clean shaven down there and has rings...let's just say those must have hurt.  But here she is, her aetheric image dangling from her wrists, weeping softly, gagged by something that looks very much like a rubber dog bone.<br/><br/>Kinky.  Possibly even more distracting than the thoughts of Rinley's camel-toe'd mound in pink and white striped panties a size too small for her...<br/><br/>Uhm.  Crud. At least she's not making any noise.  But her eyes, pleading and full of tears, meet yours.  Black, solid black, and full of stars.