CYOA: Fuck Yeah Space #4

 Author's Notes: Got a tip that these were a bit short, so I tried to fit a bit more content into this one before getting you guys to a choice. Chosen option last time was A, so here we go!

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A little nervous, you find a somewhat uncomfortable seat on the hard, smooth white flooring of the... parking lot? Hangar? Back room? It’s hard to tell, really. Everything seems so new, dauntingly vast and strange. You’d figured that from the things you saw in VR PasTimes that you’d be able to take Au Prime by storm, that things would be familiar to you -- they aren’t. They seem empty and strange, so streamlined. Maybe the lack of people is simply from the isolated census area you’re in now, you think. Maybe, past those gates, things are different.

You sigh out softly and look down at your shoes, hugging your knees to your chest. They were the best ones you had to bring with you, not of an impressive make, but nor were they worn down from labor -- these ones, you saved. Saved for exactly this moment, this opportunity. Simple enough, semi-opaque black Krei leather with fishnet backings. Elegant twenty years ago. Maybe now they’d pass as retro. One thing was certain -- if you were going to fit in here, you were going to have to make a serious grab for position, and you were going to have to do it fast.

You’re broken from your introspection by the somewhat stern voice of the census woman -- looking up at her, you’re certain that she’s taller than you, and now that you can see the rest of her body that was once hidden by a desk... great Hollowmine, she’s a lovely specimen. Her legs are almost unreasonably long, clad only in skintight white stockings made from a shiny, unfamiliar material. The rest of her from the upper thigh upward is clad in that same mauve minidress; clearly she’s waiting to get home to change out of her work clothes. “Well, numberslummer, here’s the best chance you’re going to get. I’ll give you a place to spend the night and... a meal, I suppose.” She looks down her nose at you but doesn’t extend a hand to help you up. Whether she feels pity for you, thinks you can somehow help her, or simply doesn’t see you as a threat, it’s difficult to tell.

“That’d be nice,” you say softly, pushing yourself up to your feet and offering a small smile. This all seems so much bigger than when you daydreamed about it, sitting up in bed at night. It seemed obvious, but now you’re not even sure where to start. “And my name’s Una, by the way. Una Thax.” You know she knows. But it’s better than being exclusively known as “numberslummer.”

The other nauelli pauses, thinking for a moment, then exhaling through her nostrils in mild frustration, as if giving in to you in even the slightest way is something she has no time for. “Siara en-Ora,” she confessed, before gesturing towards one of the strange pods you were looking at earlier. “Step into that, and we’ll get going to my home.”

You nod a little, hugging yourself a little as you glance towards the odd tube. Questions and doubts flicker across the surface of your mind but you do your best to dispel them, moving into the holoport and taking a deep breath while the census woman, Siara, punches in a few coordinates on the device’s side panel. The entire thing begins to hum softly, and Siara gets in beside you, closing the semi-circular sliding door behind the two of you. It’s awkwardly close now, with her greater height putting your eyes just slightly above her smooth blue keyhole of cleavage, something you do your best to ignore for decency’s sake.

There’s a blinding flash of what may be white or what may be green, you can’t be certain -- a rushing sensation, then stillness and the sound of the sliding door opening again, depositing the two of you into a second, identical holoport at the entrance to an apartment of sorts. The building itself is tall, too tall and the sky too cluttered with ships and advertisements for you to tell how high up it goes, but a number of oval-shaped doors loom in front of you. Siara moves reflexively towards one, and you stumble behind her, still a little disoriented from the “ride” over.

You follow along behind her, taking no longer than absolutely necessary to admire the elegant curves of Siara’s hips and backside as you slip behind her into her home. The interior is a bit less... daunting, then the sliver you saw of the city outside. It’s as cozy as could be expected of a government worker, though clearly only as big as it has to be to hold a single inhabitant. Harsh tile and strident plastic gives way into a lush carpet, studded with the prints of bare feet that have yet to fade away. A two-person sofa and a PasTime set dominate the living room, with narrow corridors and doorways leading to adjacent rooms.

“Alright, don’t go too far,” Siara murmurs, the door hissing shut behind her as she starts to head into one of the hallways. “I need to take a shower and get out of these clothes. You can use the PasTime if you want, just don’t change any of my presets. I’ll make some kind of food when I get out... if I went shopping today. Not actually sure I did. Whatever.” She shakes her head and makes her way towards what you assume is a washroom, starting to unfasten the front buttons of her uniform as she does. You catch a glimpse of one bare shoulder before she vanishes into the other room -- you hear the sound of running water as you’re left, alone, in the woman’s apartment.

A) Follow behind her -- you could seriously use a shower of your own, and bathing together wasn’t much of a taboo on Au 2. +1 Naivety

B) Follow behind her -- she wouldn’t have taken you to her home if she didn’t wanna have some “fun.” +1 Aggression

C) Take this opportunity to learn as much about the higher stratas of Au culture, and explore Siara’s apartment. +1 Inquisition