You find yourself in a mostly featureless gray room, not too far behind Rebecca, who sits at a workstation, crunching numbers and tweaking her Animus.
"Hey." You say, acknowledging yourself, hoping the cute Assassin won't react too aggresively to your presence.
"Hey." She says back, barely looking up from her work. This whole thing seems a little too good to be true, but it looks like FETISH has decided to make Rebecca very accepting of you. The program's certainly managed to capture her looks. You run your eyes over her body, admiring the way her tight technician's jumpsuit flatters her body. Her lowcut tank top gives away more than a tease of cleavage, and the formfitting material means you can see her ass and shapely legs as if she was naked from the waist down. Below all that, hidden under the desk right now, are her feet, encased in work boots. You muse that your fantasy of them has never been closer. It's all you can do not to drool over Rebecca's body.
"You gonna stand there and watch over my shoulder all day?" Rebecca asks, noticing you watching her but not realizing you're doing it to check out her body.
"Sorry. How's your work going?" You ask, hoping to strike up a conversation.
"It's okay. Almost done on a new VR program for the Animus. Should be pretty neat." She enthuses, spinning round in her chair and resting back in a tomboyish way. "Sitting at this desk all day's getting on my nerves. My feet are killing me. I was thinking I should go for a run, y'know, wake them up." She rambles, wiggling her shapely feet before you, as if to emphasize her point.
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