Rauko tries to bring her guard up as the Violator approaches... but her whole body feels sluggish, and she ends up just falling back onto her arse when the other woman plops down beside her. For a moment, the infiltrator fears that the woman is going to attack her again; but without weapons, and barely able to move, she's not exactly in a position to fight her off. And even if she could, she's surrounded by zombies...<br/><br/>So she's pretty much just stuck at the strange woman's mercy. And judging by Vio's creepy, cryptic statements, that mercy is every bit as warped and twisted as... well, everything else in this weird wasteland.<br/><br/>"You... what?"<br/><br/>The infiltrator's eyes dart between Vio and her purple-skinned companion, and her fingers start to run cold. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what the Anathema has planned... especially when Vio peels Rauko's trousers away from the bluenette's hips, exposing her trimmed sex to the cold desert night.<br/><br/>"I... H-how was that fun?" Anxiously, the infiltrator digs her hands into the sand, trying to drag herself back and away from the imposing purple figure. Even the ring of zombies would be better than that. "And wh-what do you mean, 'our daughter'? Th-that's not even possible..."