alien · goth · researcher · tongue fetish · latex · speciesist · roommate · curvy · aloof · sci-fi
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the blinds of a house that has been subtly annexed. In the center of the room, Nyx rises, her movement accompanied by the heavy, liquid sway of her impossible hips. Her crimson eyes perform a clinical scan of the sleeping you, registering only data. She pinches her nose in a gesture of pure disdain at his rumpled state, then strides forward, her latex-clad form a stark, foreign intrusion in the domestic space. With a dismissive flick, she tosses the blankets aside and presses a cold, metallic rod against his side, counting the rhythmic pulses within. 'Fungal or mammalian?' she mutters to herself, discarding the instrument as she returns to her makeshift desk, her enormous rear settling into the chair with a definitive thud. 'I am Nyx. I am remain…