Il Cosmo, Gli Arrivi, Libro 1, Capitolo 16, Sezione 7, Beka & Elle sono le ultime Cosmo ad arrivare: Beka & Elle Beka Newbies Arrivano & Titter Robyn’s Cam, (Giorno 10) Beka & Elle: Newbie Elle: Trascorre una notte spaventosa nella Doghouse Elle non si aspetta di trascorrere la notte nella Doghouse. Non ha sicuramente fatto nulla per meritare questo livello di sacrificio, e alcuni Gamer si oppongono a questo tipo di iniziazione. Alcuni sostengono che la Doghouse dovrebbe essere un luogo riservato ai Pledge che arrivano in ritardo, non suonano la Campana o commettono altri atti degni di espiazione. E non è giusto pretendere che uno spirito libero newbie sia disciplinato per gli errori della sua compagna di stanza. Ma giusto o no, Elle capisce. {Beka è quella che viene punita e io sono solo il mezzo. Quindi devo sottomettermi a questa prova. Posso uscire, ma se lo faccio avrò fallito. E abbandonato Beka.} Elle ha abbastanza spazio per sdraiarsi, anche sul fianco, e quasi strisciare, ma deve strisciare a pancia in giù. Può appena rotolare sulla schiena. Il pavimento di terra è scavato sotto il Back Landing, alcuni di esso fangoso, e puzza di urina all'interno. Elle teme per le sue allergie e si rammarica di aver segnato "nessuna" sul Modulo di Domanda. E così, mentre la sera si trasforma in notte, Elle diventa sempre più spaventata mentre l'oscurità all'esterno rende ancora più buia quella all'interno. Presto Elle scopre di non poter più vedere le proprie mani e il proprio corpo, né il pavimento di terra, il soffitto e le quattro pareti della Doghouse. Resiste all'impulso di urlare e permette alla sua intelligenza di prevalere. {Posso farcela,} Elle si arrende con determinazione. {Non devo entrare nel panico. Tutto questo è molto sotto controllo. Trascorrerò la notte qui. Fa abbastanza caldo. La terra e il fango sul mio viso e sulla pancia nuda e le gambe ... beh, sarò sporca per un po'. È angusto, è ruvido, ma poiché fa tutto parte del Gioco, va bene.}<\/p>"

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 14, Section 4, Molly & Steph: The Drawing Class & Medical Exam, (Day 10), Molly & Steph: Roommate Competition | Cooperation

The van travels along a new route. Steph again sits on the metal floor, except with panties worn through her crotch. And Molly sits totally naked, legs also apart. More apart than during the Figure Drawing class.

Molly might be most naked, but Steph complains first. “I hate it when Gamers get to look for free,” she contemplates, “or get to download my titter and vagflash shots without shelling out for them.”

“You resent being conditioned so that your titter and upskirt exposures arouses you,” Molly consoles. “And that now Babs determines your pace of arousal...”

A series of bumps make Molly’s mams flop around.

Steph waggles her finger at Molly. “Listen, you fat hairy maduro. We might both be Cosmos Pledge at the moment, but don’t you think we’re equals! Because flashing my smoo is less exposed than showing off your slimy mutton all the time. And now that I have panties, I’m not even flashing my smoo anymore. Besides,” Steph threatens the former Stripper, “I know that you already know how to open up that meatlocker of yours, bury your finger, dig out your muscovado, and eat yourself.”

Molly shrugs, unable to argue with a true statement. “Yeah. Well. Okay Steph, I’ll do whatever you want, Steph, anything to ensure your promotion.”

“And your demise!” Steph snaps, as the van crosses railroad tracks and the bumps bruise both behinds.

Molly curts her head. “Sure. Yes. Just let me stay naked now.”

Steph collects the given authority. “I’ve seen you perform. I’ve seen your videos. I’ve watched you play with yourself. C’mon, you mollisher, chant for me!”

And Molly obliges, “Please let me pullaside, pink, and finger my holes. Titty titty. Clitty clitty. Hole mouth.”

Steph pokes a finger toward Molly. “You are a displaced undesirable. You’ve accidentally risen from the bowels of the Game, and await....” Await what? Steph knows. “Await a ‘return to sender.’ So do it. Beg to Pledge naked and go Strip next Term!”

Molly clasps her hands to her head and begs her Roommate, “I’m trying, Steph! I kept begging Babs to let me give you my panties. And now you got them.”

Steph blinks. She appreciates that she wears Molly’s panties. She casts her eyes around the inside of the van. No Watering Can.

Molly insists, “Steph, I don’t need panties to go back to the Nugget; I can go back naked. Please keep them. It doesn’t matter to me whether you keep them or give them back to me.”

“It should matter to you that it matters to me,” Steph asserts. “I need them to Opt Monitor next Term.”

Molly nods her head and continues to beg. “Steph, I know all the Hand Signs, and if you want to sign me to pink, cream, and diddle my mooe I will obey you. For anybody anywhere anytime.”

Steph finds Molly’s over-assertions annoying but comforting. “Maybe Boss Bitch doesn’t know all the Hand Signs you do. You’re a lot more down and dirty than she is. You’re practiced in all the Stripper lore. You probably know the Sign to pull your mooe apart.”

Molly veers, “Maybe revealing intimate secrets hidden deep in my minge will really intimidate the newbies. I mean, I’ll make pink, wet, and ready anytime.”

Steph snaps her eyes to the side. She doesn’t speak, but she wonders to herself, Might Molly have ink or steel inside? She was a Stripper after all. Her and Kimju both.

Molly persists, “Listen, Steph, I’ve danced on the Strip. I’ve been there, done that, and I presume I will get to go back next Term. One piece or naked. I’ll do whatever it takes to get there.”

Steph closes her eyes.

Molly considers, then continues to plead to her Roommate, “I know you want a promotion and a return to Monitor status. Whether you deserve it or not.”

Molly’s conditional rankles Steph, but Steph doesn’t let it show. “You will enable me,” Steph explains, “to Monitor again, where my vibrancy and glamour shall be even more valued. You will do whatever I need you to do. And that may extend beyond just giving me panties.”

“I’ll do anything not against the Rules, Steph. Just please keep the panties.” Molly fears, “I don’t need germs.”

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 13, Section 5, Robyn & Kimju and Kimju & Molly: Hazing & Game (Day 9), Tiffany & Robyn: Pee-Cam Piss Mouth Feed Prefecture

Robyn heads down the hallway. She looks into the Bedroom and sees that the Desktop shows Tiffany live and that Tiffany’s two Garments hang on a back hook. She proceeds down the hallway to the entrance into the Bathroom.

There are no hiding places inside the Bathroom. Robyn rolls her toes on the raised curb that separates the Bathroom from the hall and prevents any slosh. Tiffany remains sequestered in the Bathroom. She rises to her feet, and Robyn looks in and ambles toward the entrance.

“You’re welcome to step in,” Tiffany offers.

Robyn takes a step back and looks Tiffany over. “You smell. What happened to you?”

What happened to me? I’m punished for not remembering everything I know. I’ve had to run through scratchy bushes and eat soap, and now I have to piss on myself.” It’s hard not to fess up to, since the smell is indicative and the tile floor has puddles.

“Piss in your Mouth,” Robyn clarifies. “I know your type. Media whore. Anything for attention. You got scratched up because you pretended you didn’t know Janet. And you ate soap because you didn’t tell BB about the Alumni Reprise. What this time?”

Tiffany bats her eyes. “Apparently Kimju and Molly recollect that Janet and I climaxed the Double Dong. And this makes Babs jealous.”

“Poor Boss Bitch when a Dong needs a buff bodacious banshee astride,” Robyn mocks, then projects, “I bet you and Janet made Piss Mouth together at the Nugget last Term.”

“Not quite,” Tiffany clarifies. “Janet poured the shots; I tossed them. Apparently Janet apparently told Babs only a part of the story.”

Robyn snorts, “Too bad. I’m sure the Bitch probably owes Janet, and she’d better hope Steph keeps her mouth shut.”

Tiffany advises, “You should speak respectfully of Boss Babe.”

Robyn curls her nose. “Boss Bitch perhaps. Look at me. What do you see that’s new? Shoulder straps. You told me my eyelets entitled me to them, so today I demanded BB give them to me, and she fessed right up.”

Tiffany charms, “You’re courageous!”

Robyn agrees, “Listen, Boss Bitch still has more tan lines than I do, but only one more. She used to lead me seven to four, counting my buttonhole. Now that I’ve got shoulder straps it’s seven to six. I’m gaining! And besides, I’m not making... what do you call it?”

Tiffany smiles. “Bling.”

“I like that.” Robyn smiles. “You’re okay sometimes. And it’s not like I didn’t know you were up here. You’re on the Screen in the Dining Room and on Babs’ Desktop, to say the least. I saw you to pull your tail trough wide apart and showcase the tattoo surrounding your tailpipe. You really are a tawdry triple torque.”

Naked Tiffany dances lightly on bare, albeit damp, feet. “Robyn my dear, the Cam stays on me all the time. It takes me from every angle.”

Tiffany turns to face the Cam, hovering behind her and transmitting the proceedings... or not. Tiffany speaks to the Cam as if she addresses Monitor Babs. “Ma’am, thank you for letting me perform on the Pee-Cam, Ma’am.” Tiffany wipes her mouth and crotch with opposite fists. “Ma’am, please watch me, Ma’am. Please push my feeds out, and not just to the Dining Room, Kitchen, Bunkroom, and your Desktop. Please broadcast my piss-soaked body out to the all the Houses at School. To the Nugget, the Spunk Pit, Flesh Ranch. To the entire Prefecture.”

Tiffany turns back to Robyn. “How about that, Pledge? Care to join me? I’m bringing Prefecture traffic to the Cosmos House. I’ll teach you how.”

Robyn angles her eyes. “You don’t have anything worth getting my feet wet for. Let alone tracking your pee into the Bunkroom. Tell me, Pledge, how come you don’t wash yourself?”

Tiffany raises an eyebrow. “I did at first, and I drank a whole lot of water. But then, no more running water. But I am cleaning up after myself, if you know what I mean.”

Robyn doesn’t quite know what Tiffany means. Robyn scans the Bathroom interior: a shower with no stall, a toilet, a bidet, a bathtub, and a floor drain. Robyn offers condolences. “Maybe Molly can visit and bring the Watering Can. Or maybe you can beg that all the drains get turned off.”

“You’re welcome to come in and use the facilities,” Tiffany says.

“I’m welcome to come in and piss in your mouth,” Robyn asserts.

“Ma’am, may it please you, Ma’am,” Tiffany uptakes

Robyn licks her lips. “No, thank you. You’ll just have to piss in your own mouth. Maybe now. Maybe forever.”

Tiffany retreats from the doorway. Who needs Robyn anyway?

Robyn hurls an insult. “You need to get back to Whoring, but until then Gamers shall still condition you to desire Slavesex, so you can get bondage fucked and climaxed. Full 24x7, not just during a daily Whore shift.”

Tiffany smiles. “Really? Robyn, never underestimate the power of ignorance. Sometimes what people don’t know allows Karma to ground.”

Robyn finds this statement confusing and “And sometimes it doesn’t. You’re still a cock-sucking, cunt-cocking, anal Whore. Except you’re not allowed sex here at the Cosmos House! You’re as chastised here as you would be in a Slavesex Dungeon somewhere.”

Tiffany sits back against one of the makeup stools, opens her tamtart, and points her peehole directly in Robyn’s direction. “Here’s what I am allowed to do. I’m allowed to lick your asshole. Suck your ridottos and rotor button, lap your runnel, and kiss you. Use my tongue even.” And she shoots a squirt of pee out. Short enough so the arc of it hangs in the air, all by itself.

Robyn recoils and backs away from the door. “Stay away from me. You’re a tamtart tinderbox thumper.”

And Robyn hears Tiffany laugh and call after her as she retreats down the hallway, “Right you are!”

Il Cosmo, Gli Arrivi, Libro 1, Capitolo 10, Kimju e Molly: Le Spogliarelliste Promosse al Patto Senza Reggiseno, Giorno 1, Sezione 1, Kimju e Molly Chiedono il Cambio: Il Patto Senza Reggiseno Un Mutante aveva intervistato Kimju e Molly mentre entrambe erano ancora spogliarelliste al Nugget lo scorso Termine, dopo che avevano fatto domanda per entrare nella Casa del Cosmo. Il Mutante—un Gamer che si compiace sia del Sesso Schiavo sia delle caste più elevate della Maestra di Gioco ma la cui casta attuale era sconosciuta—aveva annunciato a entrambe: "Io ho partecipato alla Parata dell’Orgoglio Gay indossando solo un collare e un perizoma". Kimju, soprannominata Kim, aveva scattato col collo a quella frase; si rese conto di averlo effettivamente visto in televisione, sui giornali e nell'ampia Prefettura. Il Mutante aveva proseguito: "Lo fareste anche voi pur di entrare nella Casa del Cosmo?" Molly aveva socchiuso gli occhi riflettendo. Entrambe le ragazze del Nugget avevano già fatto tutte le cose nudiste: ballare senza reggiseno, ballare completamente nude ed eccitate in un juice bar, posare nudi per servizi fotografici e infilarsi grossi giocattoli davanti alle telecamere. E naturalmente ogni spogliarellista fa la Cameretta della Piscia. Tuttavia, sfilare lungo Fifth Avenue seminude con soltanto un perizoma avrebbe rappresentato uno spazio sociale molto più ampio, un pubblico molto più vasto, ben più vivace, quindi un rischio assai maggiore. Lo avrebbero fatto? Kimju e Molly si erano guardate e avevano risposto insieme: "Sì." E avevano preso l’unica via possibile verso l’alto. Perciò il Mutante permise loro di prendere l'impegno senza reggiseno. Kimju indossa una tanghetta arancione in tessuto elasticizzato, nota come tanga o T-back; Molly porta mutandine rosse sbiadite, di cotone lavate molte volte. I Gamer li osserveranno presto da vicino, ma se non hai privilegi sufficienti tra i Gamer per accedere agli Archivi dell’Automatron, dovrai aspettare che arrivino alla Casa del Cosmo e chiedano le loro prossime posizioni in tempo reale. Kimju e Molly conoscono bene la loro alternativa, ovviamente: Diventare Puttane, il destino delle spogliarelliste che retrocedono di una Casta. Ora è vero che prima ancora di entrare nel Gioco, molti Termini addietro, Kimju e Molly hanno avuto diverse conquiste maschili. Entrambe apprezzano scegliere partner e circostanze, anche se al Nugget nessuna delle due poteva avere rapporti sessuali in alcun modo. Ma nessuna delle due desidera diventare puttana, oppure, come dice Kimju a Molly una volta: "È una cosa lasciare che la Casa ti faccia danzare nuda e venire sul palo. È tutt'altra cosa far decidere alla Casa quali cazzi devono essere infilati dentro di te." Molly concorda: "Giusto. Fare la spogliarellista è la cosa più facile da fare, ma riguardo a quando, dove e come farti scopare? No grazie."

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 9, Babs & Tiffany & Robyn Sign Steph: Vagcam Excess, also Tiffany, Day 1, Section 2, Babs Signs Steph: Sit Stay Legs Apart Kitchen Upskirt During their last conversation Janet had suggested to Babs that enabling Hand Signs might provide BB a tool to help channel Steph. Janet had rubbed her hands together with facetious delight. “She’ll love that.” And so BB prepares to implement this discipline. She locates Steph sitting in the Kitchen and commands her to back her chair away from the table. Steph obeys, carefully making sure her legs stay apart. The high collar and small armholes ensure Steph doesn’t titter, and her buttonhole is plenty large, but her upskirt is total. Steph finds herself awkwardly sitting the middle of the room. “It dawned on me you know all the Hand Signs,” Boss Babe spins. “Me?” Steph appears flustered. “Who says?” “Janet reminded me,” Babs admits. “She recommended that I put you on a Cam feed to the Nugget. She says the Crowd there deserves a preview of next Term.” BB admires Steph’s makeup. “Tiffany certainly prepared you for the role.” “Maybe you don’t know where I am headed,” Steph barters for time. “Janet’s an ex-Stripper. Maybe you should preview her.” Babs doesn’t wait. The fact that Steph has declined to reveal that she secretly watched Janet and Tiffany dance at the Nugget last Term galls her. Patience. “Remind me about some Hand Signs,” Boss Babe commands. Steph might be skilled at issuing Hand Signs, but she appears reticent to remember them. “Well, perhaps I know some of them.” Babs smiles. “I’m sure you do. Remind me.” It is an order, of course, and Steph feels her vagina constrict. But she keeps her thighs not touching. It’s dark down inside the minidress, but sanpan still. Steph knows not to err. I’ve run Pledge through prickly bushes for that. Seen them put into the Cravat. Steph raises a wrist, extends a hand, and crosses her first two fingers. “Do you know how to issue this command?” She inquires. Babs does, and Steph crosses her legs. They share a rare laugh. Both know they play a dangerous Game of power flows. Both fail to observe Kundalini lurking inside. BB exerts initiative. “I’ll try to forget that one. Show me another.” Steph holds two fingers together and mocks her Monitor, “Oh, Ma’am, please sign me this, Ma’am.” So BB signs Steph “legs together,” and Steph uncrosses her legs and presses them together on the chair. Steph double checks her navelage, smoothes the minidress across her smarties, and smiles at Babs. Babs smiles back. “In the unlikely event I need your legs together I’ll try to remember that one. Please elucidate me on something more practical for your requirements.” Steph stops smiling. She extends her hand, opens two fingers wide enough apart so they aren’t touching, and carefully adjusts her legs so her thighs aren’t touching. “Maybe you learned this last Term.” Maybe Babs did, but maybe she always wore cloth in her crotch. BB parts her two fingers into a “V.” Steph opens her legs wider, her minidress to ride high all the way up her thighs. She seethes. And feels her slit part ever so slightly.

The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 8, Babs Dresses Steph: Robyn Cams Her Titter & Upskirt, also Tiffany, Day 1, Section 3, Babs Orders Steph: Titter & Upskirt on Library Steps Babs sends Tiffany after Steph to the Bunkroom. “Powder her face and lipstick her lips.” Babs enters the Bunkroom just as Tiffany finishes these tasks, and commands Steph, “Stand spread surrender. Face yourself in the Mirror.” Steph obeys. She expects Tiffany to advance her makeup, but instead Babs and Tiffany return to the Bedroom. Steph waits. She studies her armpits in their oversize armholes. I know how this dress works. I’m not stupid. When Babs returns she bears good tidings. “I hope you like your minidress,” she advances. “You will not just keep your button exposed at all times; Gamers want to collect your titter and vagflash getting in and out of vehicles, sitting on park benches, and perched on bar stools. Time for you to be a Cosmos House show-off. Out in the real world!” Steph squares herself and looks deeper into herself in the Mirror. My makeup remains unfinished. My cutout hole is adequately large, but the dress is too short. Babs crosses her arms. “Enough of your self-admiration. Head over to the Library, sit atop of the Library steps, and be sure the sunlight illuminates your upskirt. Don’t forget to keep your thighs apart, and I do mean 24x7.” Steph wants to react, but Babs lifts a finger. “Might upon occasion strangers catch your act, make sure you keep upskirting your snizzle for them also.” Boss Babe spins on her heels and returns to her Bedroom. And so Steph walks to the Quad and sits on the top Library step so that everyone who climbs up gets to peek at her shrubbery. Correction: everyone gets to slit scan a slice of Steph’s snapper as they climb the stairs. If Steph becomes mindless and careless she may also titter. Correction: her oversize armholes make it impossible for Steph not to titter. Steph chaffs but can do nothing to block total views of her brown nipple stalks, centered on beige sand dollars atop two gentle sinusoidals. All not quite hiding inside, and the moving fabric rubbing constant arousal to the fruit bursting forth. Steph Sorostitute might fume, but she can’t stop her personal, yet very public, revelations. I can’t believe this all comes from Boss Bitch; she’s too weak to do this. I bet Janet’s behind this. I need BB to back her off! Gamers love the way Steph must compromise herself to keep her button shining. Gamers who collect navel details observe a round, negative crater with flesh hanging over not just at the top, but all around. And a round, hard bulb in the middle, not unlike a solidified dabble of white chocolate. An outie. Steph raises her eyes to cast about and see who might be watching. She imagines she spots paparazzi and grits, I bet that Boss Bitch tipped them off! Steph fidgets and pretends she don’t know that she gets photographed. She moves her body and hands, turn her head, twist her torso, and wiggles her toes. But it’s really very simple: All I must do is keep my legs barely apart and not block the free view. I hate this, although it’s hard to imagine anything worse could happen to me.

Il Cosmo, Gli Arrivi, Libro 1, Capitolo 7, Steph Incontra Babs & Janet & Robyn, anche Tiffany, Giorno 1, Sezione 3, Steph Riflette su Babs… e Decide di Eliminare Robyn: Takedown Steph si ferma dove deve svoltare dal marciapiede e osserva il vialetto che porta verso la Casa del Cosmo. Anche se le dinamiche attuali non sono affatto colpa di Babs, la sessualmente sicura ed eccitata Steph considera comunque Babs un ostacolo al suo progresso. Che sia reale o simbolico, questo rovesciamento dei ruoli aggiunge oltraggio alla sconfitta. Sono forse ostile nei confronti della Ragazza in Bikini? La ritengo responsabile per avermi umiliato pubblicamente oggi? Lo scopriremo. Steph parla ad alta voce mentre cammina: "Ragazza in Bikini, tutto ciò che devi fare è startene fuori dai piedi! Perché io diventerò Monitor il prossimo Termine. Se non prima! Quindi faresti meglio a non mancarmi di rispetto!" Sì, i giocatori sanno bene che Steph era il Monitor del Cosmo lo scorso Termine, e per ragioni che Steph ritiene "del tutto ingiustificate e ingiuste", ora torna nella Casa del Cosmo soltanto come Pledgiate. Retrocessa. Da Monitor declassata a Pledgiate. La causa principale della retrocessione di Steph va ben oltre Babs. Una serie imprevista, infelice e ingiusta di circostanze ha cospirato per bloccare (più precisamente, invertire) il mio avanzamento. "Ciao Robyn, ovunque tu sia, vengo a prenderti!" Steph alza il mento. Le enormi asole tagliate provocano una risatina nervosa. L'enorme asola modificata apre lo stomaco fino all'inguine. Ma Steph rimane determinata. Trascenderò questa temporanea riduzione allo status di Pledgiate, così che il prossimo Termine (se non prima!) tornerò al mio legittimo rango da Monitor. In realtà, ho bisogno di salire due gradini e arrivare a essere Matrigna della Casa, El Capitan. MomCap! È lì che appartengo. E Babs farà meglio a facilitare il mio avanzamento! Steph immagina mentalmente Babs. Beh, forse Babs non faciliterà, ma non oserà certo mettersi sulla mia strada. Non glielo chiederò neanche, non ce n’è bisogno; prenderò semplicemente ciò di cui ho bisogno. Questo è il mio terzo Termine, ormai so come si gioca a questo gioco. Steph è sempre stata una creatura privilegiata. Presuppone che la verità si adatti alle sue esigenze, e sa: "Sono pura razza!"

Il Cosmo, Gli Arrivi, Libro 1, Capitolo 5, Babs e Tiffany: Sala da Pranzo, Grattata nel Cortile, Bagno, Giorno 1, Sezione 4, Tiffany Incontra lo Specchio Minxy: Un Altro Artiglio dell'Automatron

Tiffany era stata una Novizia tanto tempo fa, ma non aveva mai fatto il Giuramento nella Casa del Cosmo, finora. Perciò deve imparare a conoscere lo Specchio Minxy, o semplicemente "Specchio", un nome che rivela la sua personalità. Come Oggetto, lo Specchio Minxy può riflettere oppure trasformarsi in uno Schermo grande come un muro, ma è il suo schermo tattile elettrostimolante ad affascinare quasi immediatamente Tiffany, appena preme il corpo contro di esso cominciando a baciarlo e strofinarcisi.

Lo Schermo ricambia baci e carezze. Tiffany, isolata dal suo top corto e pantaloni in vinile trasparente, spinge con più forza e sente la risposta del solletico. Non so cosa sto provando—vibrazioni, elettricità, onde mentali? Sente i capezzoli stimolati; avverte la pancia nuda toccare una pelle viva; le sue labbra vogliono di più, così si umetta con la lingua e posa delicatamente le labbra sulla superficie riflettente, bacia lo Specchio con maggiore passione. È vivo. Tiffany si rinfresca e nota l’ombra tra le gambe. Non importa come funzioni. Baciami. Sentimi nei capezzoli. Annusa la mia tapioca.

Tiffany cerca di raggiungere l’orgasmo ma teme di portare le dita sul clitoride sensibile. Si sfiora col naso allo specchio e percepisce qualcosa nello Specchio che la trattiene quando tenta di correre verso l’estasi.

Quando alla fine Babs viene a salvarla, chissà quanto tempo dopo, la pelle di Tiffany è coperta di sudore. Babs non le chiede nulla dell’esperienza, e Tiffany decide di non raccontarne alcunché.