<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/b9jWouQ.png)</div>The beta rig was light years beyond Laura's setup at home. She could feel the sun's warmth on her skin and the gentle breeze blowing through her hair. The mouthwatering smells coming from the snack stalls in the marketplace did their job and lured her in to sample their wares. The flavours and textures were exactly like the real thing and could have come out of the kitchen of a gourmet restaurant. It was nothing short of amazing.<br/><br/>Spawning in the part of town open to everybody, Laura's, or Landria's, clothes were modest at first, covering up her collar, bracelets, tattoos, and enough skin to be decent. Her build, chosen for her, was probably not what she would have picked for herself if she had the choice. But someone had to test the game to make sure it worked for fun if suboptimal builds, and Landria had drawn the proverbial short straw. There was one final setting preset for her when she passed through the alley and confirmed that she was at least eighteen years of age, enabled by default that she couldn't deselect. Non-consensual: ON... well, she still had her safe word, so even if someone else started something, she still had the power to end it early. Such was the cost of getting a slot in the beta, so it was worth it, right?<br/><br/>The first change to Landria upon crossing over into the adult section of the game was to her clothing, which not only shrunk until they were scanty and barely able to hide anything, but also turned lacy and transparent exposing what little remained covered to anyone who cared to look. There was no hiding her golden collar, sealed bracelets, belly piercing, or risque tattoo now. The town itself didn't look too different, although most of the people she could see were NPCs, as the beta testing PCs were probably scattered across the land doing their thing. The NPCs were dressed to impress too, with bare-chested men showing off abs and muscles and large bulges in tight pants, and lingerie-clad women shamelessly flashing their curves to passers-by.<br/><br/>"Cleric!" the low, manly voice was muffled by a full-face helmet. Its owner looked like he had won the preset build lottery, with a full set of armor over a physique that looked like it could actually wield the mean-looking greatsword he carried. Even hidden behind a visor, Landria could practically feel his gaze sweeping her form from head to toe, then back up to her head again, feasting his eyes on her bombshell body along both ways. "You should seek a companion to protect you before you head outside."