You lay on the floor, back slumped against the locker in a near catatonic state as the cruel aliens slam their lockers shut and leave, whilst giggling and chatting, and leave you alone with Erin.
“Well, you useless human, I guess that means you’ll be bunking at my place…” she reasons, approaching you. She grabs you by the arm and, with a grunt, pulls off the ground before hastily wiping you off with her already sweaty towel, which she discards with disgust.
Without a better place to go, you allow her to pull you out, along, into the streets, which are nearly deserted at this hour. Erin leads you underground through what seems, to you, a nonsensical maze of gritty corridors and twisted tunnels until you reach an enormous rotunda with an ornate skylight.
She hurries to a door on the side, and submits her hand to a scanner. With a light chime and a sterilized hiss, the door opens to reveal a hallway, which at the end appears to be the base of a shaft extending several hundred feet above. For a moment, you wonder of its purpose but suddenly you begin to feel lighter…almost weightless. Turning, you find Erin floating in mid air.
“What th-“ is all you manage to work out before you are propelled skyward at high speed, slowing to a stop in front of one of the many doors to the shaft. It hisses open and you feel yourself fall towards it, stumbling as you are thrown out of the anti-gravity field and are subjected to normal gravity once again. Erin, however, lands perfectly, and stands gazing unimpressed as you regain your footing.
“Welcome,” she gestures sarcastically, “to my humble abode.” The alien proceeds into the large, violet-mooded penthouse, setting down her bag of gear and landing on a pleasantly purple chaise lounge. You attempt to follow her, but she swiftly gestures for you to stop. “You’re gonna want to clean up a bit,” she scoffs, pointing to a spotless white room on the side of the entrance hallway.
Examining your disheveled exterior, you submit and enter the chamber. You emerge significantly neater, with still-damp clothes and frizzled hair from the auto-shower process. It caught you slightly off-guard.
Finally, you enter Erin’s suite: a single, large room. The far wall appears to be composed of glass panels and leads to a comfortably sized terrace with a garden and a Jacuzzi stylized as a bathing hole. The interior is decorated nicely as well, with miniature heroic figures crafted of precious metals sitting on stone podiums. Display cases of what you assume are decommissioned weapons adorn the other three walls. A pattern of skylights beautify an already lovely night sky.
As you manage to peel your eyes away from your dazzling surroundings, you notice Erin looking at you strangely with what you think is a grin and stroking her lower-left mandible. You stare back at her, and she breaks the silence declaring…
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