May pulled a chopstick from her hair and let her tangled mane fall to her shoulders, then scratched her scalp with it and placed it on the desk beside her.

The room was dark except for the light that leaked in from the window, a grey and foggy San Francisco night lit by neon signs and the laser light of the megatall skyscrapers and the OLEDs that lit the ancient Bay Bridge that connected West San Francisco with East San Francisco, the city formerly known as Oakland.

May's eyes didn't mind the lack of illumination; they compensated accordingly, amplifying and diminishing as necessary, making her world a rainbow of greys. She pressed one fingertip to the old-fashioned IR sensor on the computer terminal's display, and her skin did the rest, showing the machine exactly what it wanted to see: the fingerprint of a C-suite executive of the biomedical firm that she had just talked, climbed, and lock-picked her way into.

The black screen came to life, showing May a faux-3D field of rolling hills, a throwback to the days of Bliss, the default wallpaper on Windows XP, a program that May had played with in her first year at St. Mary's. The xec whose terminal she was fleecing was old enough to have worked with that ancient OS; judging by the family photos on the xec's desk, he was probably pushing retirement age...75, maybe 80 years old.

Dipping her hands into the terminal, May began sifting through protocols, looking for a place to drop her package. She found it buried in a folder of security protocols. After running a quick backdoor subroutine that would make her operations untraceable, she pulled a green dot from the palm of her hand, a tiny, pea-green sphere that she dropped into the folder, and which then disappeared without a trace. She happily popped her gum, grinning at how well the op was going. Mom would be so proud.

A sudden sound alerted her to the fact that she wasn't alone in the building, as she had thought. A fumbling at the door's latch, and the sudden, noisy entrance of two people, a man and a woman, who had obviously had too much to drink. The two salary-types giggled and groped each other in the dark, having made their way up from the party below, as had May, though with something other than corporate espionage in mind.

Slipping to the floor as silently as a shadow, May picked up the chopstick from the desk and pressed the end to her fingertip, feeling the sweet pain as the needle-sharp point pierced her skin. She popped the finger into her mouth, savouring the taste, and the wound immediately closed, as she knew it would. Twirling the chopstick in her fingers, she toyed with the idea of pushing it into the brain stems of the two lovers, but decided against it. She knew that this op was supposed to be in-and-out with no wetwork, and so instead she waited in the dark while the lovers finished their fun. She smiled to herself as she listened to their frantic grunts and giggles, which were over all too soon. With a jingling of a belt buckle and a shuffling of clothes, the two let themselves out the way they came in.

May sighed, thinking about the last time she had enjoyed such a playful romp, and danced and twirled across the beige carpet like a ballerina, every step no louder than a whisper. She let herself out and back into the angry laser light of the hallway, then made her way back down to the party.

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This is a game of sensuality, of blissful servitude, and of remorseless villainy. You are the outlandishly adorable lieutenant of an ambitious supervillainess, a stiletto in a candy sheath, an obsequious tool of evil the likes of this world has never seen and is completely unprepared to deal with. Armed with your unending love and the fantastic abilities you have been given you will prove yourself worthy of Mom's love, give her all that she so self-evidently deserves, or burn this whole Goddamn world trying.

This will be a solo game; there is no one else like your Girl, no one worthier of Mom's love. The challenges you will face are up to you; I'm just here to give you the opportunities and challenges you need to be adorable and sycophantic.

Let's put on a show!