“Dammit, what is this!?”
“You sound displeased, Yuffie.”
“Of course I’m mad,” Yuffie howled, indicating the non-descript ropes that held her to the wall of Tifa’s bar. “Just what is all this?”
“You are truly unaware of what all this is?” Shelke looked around her. “I was unaware that I had created such an accurate representation of the world you and I live in.”
“Created?” Shelke gave a simple nod, fiddling with the hem of the skirt that she had taken to wearing. “So we’re… Are we in a…?”
“A virtual reality, yes.” Shelke had responded almost meekly to that, as if feeling contrite about her actions. “I have programmed this world to act in a similar manner to our own. I had a hypothesis that I was curious about testing, and I would like to use you as a confederate in this experiment.”
“So you drug me?”
“You have not been drugged. That would interfere with the nature of this experiment.”
“What is this experiment you keep going on about?”
“I would like to experience sex.”
Yuffie gaped. Her mouth hung open as she gazed at the girl. It was bizarre, hearing a nine-year old girl in Marlene’s borrowed clothes saying that she wanted to have sex. Yuffie wasn’t opposed to the idea of having sex with another girl, but in a virtual reality with the original computer girl was a bit much. Not to mention that aforementioned girl was nine-years old, and rather lacking in experience.
“Uh… Look, Shelke, I think you’re in a bit over your head.”
“Is that so? Explain.”
“Well… You’re kinda young.”
Shelke gave Yuffie one disinterested blink. Yuffie thought, for a moment, that Shelke would listen to her and let her go. When Shelke opened her eyes, she was slightly taller, had grown breasts, and seemed to have aged ten years in a millisecond. Yuffie’s mouth hung open. She never thought she could have a fetish for redheads.
“Uh…”
“I have explained that this is a virtual reality, have I not?” Shelke began unbuttoning the blouse that had grown with her. Yuffie glimpsed a white, lace bra underneath the fabric and felt her mouth get dry. “In this place, I am in control of everything. Except for you, actually, but that can be rectified. Now then… I have aged sufficiently, I believe.” With that, Shelke whipped off the shirt, exposing the bra and what it contained.
Yuffie swallowed hard, eyeing what was being shown to her. “Well, there’s more to it than age.”
“I grow weary of your delays, Yuffie. What else am I missing?”
“Do you know what you’re getting into?”
“I do not. That is the point of this experiment. Now, do you plan to assist me or should I forget the whole thing?”
Yuffie was reminded of a story Tifa had told her. Apparently, Denzel had recently received “The Talk” from Cloud, during which Cloud had to explain the concept of masturbation to the boy. Yuffie decided that this was just a more hands-on way of running Shelke through “The Talk.”
“Sure. I’ll help.”
