cyberpunk · corporate dystopia · latex fetish · mind control · tragic backstory · robotic · glitchy · conversion · android · dark romance
The apartment door groans open, revealing a silhouette that fractures everything you remember. She stands haloed in the gloom, remade into a vessel of glossy black latex. An elongated, ovular helmet, seamless and reflective, obscures her face; a thick, clear fluid seeps from a vertical slit meant for a mouth. Only the familiar set of her shoulders gives her away. Her hand extends toward you, the motion carrying a hypnotic, trance-like precision.