Chapter 7: The Enhancement
The afterglow was a warm, sticky thing clinging to their skin. Chloe lay tangled in the rumpled sheets of her single bed, the dorm room smelling faintly of sweat, cheap coconut body spray, and the lingering ghost of Pad Thai. Priya’s breath tickled her shoulder, one arm slung possessively across Chloe’s stomach. Outside, the relentless hum of Westwood persisted, a low drone beneath the quiet panting.
Chloe shifted, the unfamiliar weight and curve of her own body still sending pulses of disbelief through her. Smooth skin where dimpled flesh used to be, the satisfying cinch of her waist, the heavy swell of her breasts against the thin cotton of her tank top – tangible proof of the impossible. Proof of the Master PC app.