<div class="floatleft">(http://i1326.photobucket.com/albums/u649/wigglebiscuit/Lydia/HumeFemale_zps9b0dc3da.jpg)</div>By the time Lydia hauls herself out of the mud and flops to the ground, she is exhausted and gasping for breath. She was panting heavily before she ended up in the mire. Now, she is helpless, struggling for breath.<br/><br/>Even as she heaves for breath, even as the muscles in her thighs and buttocks scream for oxygen, Lydia feels intense pleasure swelling in her core. Her nipples are aching points. Her groin is hot and throbbing. It is all she can do to keep her hands at her side.<br/><br/>"This is ridiculous," she mutters to no one save the eyebots.<br/><br/>Lydia forces herself into a sitting position and looks around. She seems to be alone. She can hear nothing, see no one. No Void, no Contestants, no monsters come to rape or murder her. She's alone, for now. Just her, and the eyebots, her constant companions.<br/><br/>She pulls off her boots, and then her socks, which are now caked with mud. The last thing she needs is to make wet, squelching sounds with every step. She wriggles her toes, and groans with the tingle of pleasure that shoots up her spine. Everywhere the mud touches her is stimulated, even between her toes.<br/><br/>She takes a breath and steadies her mind, working through the relaxation techniques she learned during training. When she opens them again, the eyebots are watching her still. One to the left and one to the right. As she wipes the muck from her face, she watches them from the corner of her eye.<br/><br/>A day of training was spent on the eyebots and the crowds, and how Contestants were to interact with them, which was to ignore them, pretend they don't exist. Something about a fourth wall that Lydia never really understood. But now she is alone, with no other companion save her eyebots. It seems silly to pretend they don't exist.<br/><br/>She looks directly at the one to her left. It seems to flutter in the air, as if it has been caught doing something bad.<br/><br/>"Hi there," she says, her voice just above a whisper. "What's your name?"<br/><br/>On the side of the eyebot Lydia spots a serial number: DX87505.<br/><br/>"Dex is it?" Lydia says with a mud-smeared smirk. "Pleased to meet you."<br/><br/>She turns to the eyebot on her right and spots a similar number: LX94328<br/><br/>"And you must be Lex. Dex and Lex. I like it. You know," she says as she climbs to her feet, "I really could have used your help back there, with those keys, I mean, that was close. And this mud," Lydia shudders with pleasure. "You ladies watching back at home, you should really get this stuff. If I wasn't in constant danger to my life and soul, it would be<em>awesome</em>, but I've got to get clean."<br/><br/>Her gaze turns between the lichen exit and the clean once. "What do you think, Dex? Door One? Door Two? Yeah, totally door two. I agree."<br/><br/>With that, she heads out, treading barefoot, nearly silent, toward the lichen-covered exit.<br/>