DVA

I never hated the idea of being an idol. I liked attention. I liked smiling. It didn't sound so bad. Mom was super into it. She wanted to be an agent for stars, back in the day. I think she wanted to be the star herself, to be honest. She had to settle for trying to give me what she couldn't have though. I think it made her sad. And frustrated. And jealous. I could kinda sing. Kinda dance. I was kinda cute, maybe? She said I could do it. So, I tried. I tried a few times.

'And what do you have to offer the group?'

An assembly line of old men and women staring right through her.

'I can sing and dance!'

'What else?'

'Um…'

'S-she's also very cute, yes?'

'Heh!'

'So…nothing new to offer.'

It was crazy competitive. Korea wasn't exactly underpopulated. How many little girls wanted this? Plenty. I could sing and dance just sort of. Just decently. That wasn't enough. I had to beat the competition. Heh. That's something I could get behind, but it didn't mean I loved being stared at by a bunch of old geezers and judged in the most superficial way. Yeah. No. Lame. Hard pass.

'I hate going to those stupid auditions, daddy!'

'I know, my princess, but your mother is confident you have a talent for becoming an idol. During such times, K-pop has a place in this world, and it doesn't hurt to at least try.'

Hana gripped her PSX controller, easily perfecting another battle in one of her many strategy games. She switched to a racer, selecting the hardest track and jumping online to assert her dominance at least virtually.

'You're darn good at these video games though, huh, peanut?'

'Heh! Yep! Mom hates it when I play, but it's just too fun, you know?'

'Yeah. You're real good…' Her dad pulled out an ancient relic of a system, patting it down and extracting a game that looked like it was about space. 'How about you try some games I fiddled around with as a boy.'

I was in love with my dad. While my mom was always on my case about being the best and training to be a star, dad's quiet and calming voice was just medicine for all my frustrations. That, and he was totally cool with my gaming addiction. In fact, he honestly seemed to think I could make something out of my skills. I didn't believe him. Just dad being dad. But when he got me a chance to enter the fight, well, I guess I was too excited to let mom stop me.

'An audition to participate in an e-sports competition? Do you understand how ridiculous that sounds?'

'But I want to, mom! I can do it!'

'Nonsense! It's a waste of time! It conflicts with our schedule, Hana.'

'She's got talent with those games though, dear. Really.'

'I'm sure she does after allowing her to play so much, you lazy man! If only you showed as much dedication to helping me with my pursuits we could have unlocked her potential as a star by now!'

'Easy now.'

'D-don't fight!'

They fought. A lot. It wasn't, like, super dramatic or anything, but I noticed. I didn't like it. Some parents screamed and threw stuff at one another. My family shut one another out. Dad went silent, and mom raged inside. I played video games. Whatever. It really wasn't awful. People fought. The closer you are the more honest you can be with someone. It's easier to fight that way, right? It was a good thing, really. I think.

'I'm Yuna. And you?'

'Hana…'

'First audition?'

'Yeah.'

'Let's do our best, okay?'

'Y-you got it!'

I liked her right away. She was pretty. Sexy, even. She would be my teammate for life. We would have super cute nicknames for one another. I would bother her…for all kinds of things. This was the nicest I'd ever see her. Then, I'd get to see the real Yuna, and I liked her even more. Because she wasn't fake. Because she would fight with me. We'd be close like that. I loved it.

'She made it in! This could be another way to stardom, you know?'

'I doubt it. Gamers are hardly "idol" material.'

'But you could help make it happen, couldn't you?'

'…Hmph. I suppose you're right.'

I had to win now. Mom and dad were happy for me. Mom was opening up to the idea of me being a gaming idol. I gamed like there was no tomorrow. I went online and fought the hardest opponents I could. It was pretty addictive. I just wanted to win. I wanted to outsmart and outplay anyone who'd let me. Maybe dad was right, after all. Maybe it wasn't just lip service. I should've known.

"Hana Song is our champion! What an amazing victory for the brand-new professional gamer! Her aggressive attacks and risky moves truly kept her opponents on their toes! Amazing!"

'Everyone! Thank-you for your support! This isn't the last you'll hear of Hana Song! Hahah!'

I…did it. I played it cool on stage, but I was dying inside. The lights. The cheering. The faces in a blur of admiration. Okay. Yeah. I get it, mom. This was a taste of what you wanted me to have, huh? Winning wasn't so bad. Nope. Not at all. I'd give my all at everything. I'll make both mom and dad proud. Then, they can stay happy. We all can.

'Hana! Hana! Are you okay?'

'Did we…win?'

'It's not always about winning, Hana! You almost killed yourself!'

The hoverbike lay in shambles, and Hana blinked her eyes into focus, seeing that she had flown across the finish line. Cheers pounded in her brain, and she smiled on the ground as medics rushed to her aid.

'We won, Dae-hyun. We won…Heheh!'

My first crush. How could I not? He was nice, handsome, and patient. Maybe a little boring. Maybe when I realized that I was okay backing off for Yuna. Yeah. She was totally into him. Part of me didn't like to lose, as dumb as it sounded, but I was focussed on other things. I had to keep winning.

"Another victory for Hana! Amazing…!"

'I want to thank my mom and dad, but primarily my dad, because he's the one that showed me gaming through the ages! I think that's what gives me a bit of an edge. Maybe? Hahah!'

Definitely. But dad was getting sick. He had to watch my e-sport competitions from a hospital's t.v. I ended up visiting him a lot. Mom sometimes came with me.

'Another sponsorship offer. Hmph. Just as I expected. Gaming will never lead to true idolization. That demographic is pathetic.'

'Which company this time, honey?'

Hana aced another mission, taking her headphones off to listen to the conversation in the living room. Her three monitors blinked through various screens, and snacks were strewn all around her. Her father had been released from the hospital for now.

'Nano Cola. A wannabe charity organization. How pathetic. You won't scam us! If that much of your money goes out to support those in need then how can one company ever support itself? Utterly ridiculous.'

It was around this time the Gwishin really started to get out of control. They were getting smarter, faster, and stronger. Sounded like a sweet opponent for the military to take them out. But then I got a call, and everything changed.

"Hana Song?"

'Y-yeah?'

"Would you be interested in helping the Korean army combat the Gwishin by utilizing your reflexes in conjunction with our new line of M.E.K.A.s? Manual piloting is a requirement now, and you are one of the best, from what we've seen."

'Um…mom? Dad? We gotta talk.'

They put a bunch of us through crazy training, and only five remained after it all. Another victory, and better yet, Yuna and some of my other rivals and friends in the gaming community were hired as well. It was going to be so epic! The Gwishin didn't know what hit them. Our M.E.K.A.s were amazing! We were amazing! I started streaming our fights and I got even more popular. Like global popularity! My mom was over the moon, and I was able to pour all the money being thrown at me into helping dad! I even got to be in a freaking movie! It couldn't get better! Which meant…it would only get worse.

'Hana…?'

'Yeah, dad.'

'Hana?'

'I'm right here.'

'Oh. There you are.'

Beeping machines. Tubes all over him. A room covered in white. Lines on monitors that were all over the place. Mom wasn't around. She was at another interview.

'How are you doing, dad?'

'Heh. Final life. Last speed run. I got nothing left, princess.'

'No…'

'I'm out of tokens. No continues left.'

'I'll…I'll be the second player, dad. I'm jumping in!'

'Good. Good. You're a special girl, Hana. Your smile…can help so many. Your courage…is contagious. Be the cheat code for those who don't know it. Remember? Up…up…down…down…'

'Left, right, left, right…'

'B…A…'

'S-select start…'

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeep.

'Start, dad…'

Beeeeeeep…

'Start, daddy…!'

I went on a date with Dae-hyun a few months after that. My agent told me it was a bad idea. Too many people watching. Too much risk. Being an idol wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. I started to feel lonely. Really lonely. Mom was a different person. And dad was gone…

'Kiss you? What the hell?'

'Come on, Yuna. Just a little peck.'

'Why? What's your game?'

'Just wanna know what it feels like!'

'What!? I-isn't your first one supposed to be special?'

'Sure. So, why not give it to one of my bestest friends in the whole world?'

'You're insane.'

'Maybe! Heheh!'

'…You really want to?'

'Yeah. Totally.'

'…Fine. Close your damn eyes.'

I think she knew. I couldn't put much past Dae-hyun and her. Yuna's lips were soft. And then they were salty. And then I felt her arms around me when I started crying. I missed dad. I missed feeling loved. Millions of people "loved" me, but not really. It was spectacular how isolated I felt when so many eyes were staring through me. Just like that assembly line of geezers. Eyes staring through me. Wondering what I could give them in exchange for nothing. Uber depressing.

"The city is still shocked after the recent surprise attack. Incredibly, thanks to Dva, no one was injured. She stopped the Kishin single-handedly and authorities confirm she has emerged without a scratch. She's currently enjoying some time off to celebrate her victory."

That might have been my turning point. I was done with the façade. I was going to be completely me from that point onward. I understood what dying meant now. Not only had my dad ran out of lives, but I only had one left, too, and it was time to start making even more of a difference in the world with the gifts I was given. Fighting the Gwishin by myself totally opened my eyes. I wasn't invincible. Nobody was. Life wasn't a video game. People and omnics all over the world were hurting because of the God Program and worse. I called Nano-Cola, ignoring my agent's stern warnings, and signed up with them. We had a bunch of events lined up almost right away. It was sweet. I had them show me exactly where the money was going. They were legit. Mom was wrong. About a lot of things. But she also gave me the push I needed to start making a difference. I wanted to help however I could. Maybe kinda like the heroes in my video games did?

'My name is Angela Ziegler, and it is an honour to meet you, Hana Song. What you do here for your country is truly admirable, and your support of those still in need brings me nothing but joy!'

'Angela Ziegler!? Hold on! Like, THE Angela Ziegler? I don't even do the whole biology thing and even I know about you! Oh, my gosh! You're crazy famous! One of the original heroes! You're so beautiful!'

'Thank-you! The pleasure is mine. Do you mind?'

'Oh! Yeah. No problem. I can do English. Hi!'

'Fareeha?'

'Oh! Hello! Fareeha Amari. You're doing good things here. Keep it up.'

'Hahah! The serious type, huh? Bodyguard?'

'Girlfriend.'

'Ooo! Really~? She's so tall and strong looking! I guess I can get that. Wait a minute! Amari!? Like…Ana Amari Amari?'

'Er…Yes. She was my mother.'

'This is insane! You're both super important Over – um – people! We have to chat. Seriously. These are passes to a special club in Busan. It's very V.I.P. I want you both there. Say around nine-ish?' Things are getting messy, huh?'

Angela nodded.

'Yeah. Getting harder to hide it. Let's do some brainstorming. Sound good?'

'I would like that.'

'Sweet!Thank-you so much for coming! Feel free to buy some Nano Cola!'

'I'll take two cases. And I would like to make a direct donation to your M.E.K.A. program as well as whatever charity you deem the most beneficial for your country. I'll transfer the money immediately.'

She was blinding. Both of them were, in their own way. I really didn't want to stare, but it was hard not to for a whole bunch of reasons. I wanted to get to know them better. I was inspired by Angela's generosity. In awe of Fareeha's sheer confidence. I was curious about their relationship and the ridiculous affection that was practically oozing off of them. It made me think about my parents. It made me sad because I had refused to let anyone get too close since daddy died. Yuna and Dae-hyun still didn't know the real me. Sometimes I wondered if even I did. I was cocky, aggressive, bubbly, and free-spirited to most. But what did I really want? What did Hana Song want? I wanted to fight. I wanted to help those in need. But I kinda sorta wanted to "feel" something, too. I dipped my toe in that longing through Yuna, but it wasn't fair to her. She didn't swing that way. Neither did I. I think. But Angela and Fareeha felt safe, and in the back of my mind, I wondered what it would be like if I finally let myself enjoy life just a little more…

'Do me, Fareeha Amari. Make love to me this instant.'

What I saw that night was burned into my memory. Well, maybe not "saw", but "heard", because it was dark in their apartment after we all finished doing karaoke and dinner (with drinks), and I only managed to groggily crawl to where some noises had brought me out of a semi-drunk stupor. Shifting blankets and moans of, like, insane pleasure. They were crazy into it, and I started touching myself without having any idea what I was doing. All I knew was my heart was pounding and my head was burning up. This was love. Real love. I ended up passing out again, but I still recall those sounds. Sounds I envied with all my heart. The missing ingredient to my perfect life. I wanted it. And when I saw an opportunity to have it, I just couldn't resist. Always go for the win, right? Dad would have said so. Ugh. It's weird thinking about him with that on the brain.

The group of women made it back to their hotel after a delicious dinner out in the "old" part of Kyoto. It was rich with personality, and Hana had truly let herself bounce about with the spectacles present, snapping photos everywhere she could and forcing the various members of the group into them just as often. Lena, Angela, and Brigitte were all for it, but Amelie and Fareeha were less enthusiastic about smiling on demand. Amelie only showed a hint of intrigue when they spotted a geisha in complete makeup and dress, her elegance and poise nothing to sneeze at.

Back at the hotel, however, Hana would admit that she was pretty exhausted from all the climbing and walking they had done. The festival starting within a day wouldn't be any easier, but she was looking forward to wearing a cute kimono. She had worn one before for a photoshoot, but was pumped to see the rest of the ladies in their squad dawning the attractive way to dress.

'Who's hitting the hot springs with me?' Brigitte collected some things from her bag, like soap and shampoo for the rinse-off afterward.

'Oh! I totally will!' Hana jumped.

'That doesn't sound like a bad idea at all. Angela?' Fareeha looked to her girlfriend, and she nodded with a small grin.

'Only if you don't mind carrying me. My feet are rather sore.'

'I don't see any issues with that.'

'I'm joking, Fareeha…' The doctor laughed, and Hana's face heated up.

It had been so long, but she just couldn't forget that night. She couldn't look at these two women the same. Curiosity drove her wild. The internet and her own abilities could only do so much. But she didn't want to just hook up with a random willy-nilly either. Thus, she distracted herself actively, this reuniting with the interesting couple sparking some buried feelings anew. What would happen if she just out and asked for some "help"? How would she even breech the subject? Sure, she was flirtatious with Angela and Fareeha, but they were locked into one another even after more than a year of dating. Would their honeymoon phase ever end? Did it have to?

More jealousy.

Hana collected her things as Brigitte did and shuffled out of the room, her cheeks pulsating with embarrassment. If only Lena wasn't in such a messed-up relationship. She would definitely jump at the chance to initiate a young lady into such a world. It's the only one she hadn't conquered, and it was like a loss Hana couldn't tolerate much longer.

'Hey!' Brigitte knocked on Lena, Amelie, and Sombra's room. 'We're going to the bath before bed. You guys want to join us?'

'Oi! That sounds great! Wanna come, Amelie?' Lena slid their door open, a trail of blue still fading from whence she bounced.

'Not at this particular moment, no.' Amelie was sitting in bed already, her hair pulled back into a ponytail with a small book in hand.

'Aw! Don't be daft, Luv. A good soak is a nice way to end the night, don't you think?'

Hana doubted Amelie would be swayed so easily, but Lena's influence on her may have been stronger than anyone realized for, while the mysterious woman sighed while rolling her eyes, she silently collected her things and approached the small group.

'See? You totally wanted to come.' Lena winked.

'Be quiet.' Amelie hissed in French, her accent disgustingly sexy.

'I'm glad you're joining us, Amelie.' Angela smiled, and the quiet beauty smirked as well, nodding in agreement. When had they gotten so close?

It wasn't long before the six women were disrobing in the bathrooms leading into the lady's side of the hot spring, an old fence made of authentic bamboo separating them from any kind of male. Hana glanced furtively about as everyone stripped to just a white towel, Brigitte hardly caring who saw her surprisingly pretty body full of muscle but not without attractive curves, as always. Lena wasn't terribly shy either, but opted to cover herself as everyone else did. When all the girls sighed in near-unison upon sinking into the water, Hana did a miniature evaluation in her head, as girls her age couldn't help but do.

Lena and she had similar bodies, really. Chests relatively small, but enough curve in their hips to make for pleasing backsides, Lena's perhaps a little more fit because of her occupation. Angela was about average in the perfect way anywhere you looked, which was impressive, considering her work. Her skin had darkened a little, due to being outside so much, but she had cute beauty marks sprinkled about her chest that added some kinky flavour. Fareeha, the tallest of them all, was solid and defined, her large chest and strong legs making her almost intimidating. She wasn't as built as Brigitte, which made her a little more "feminine", but her height and more square features kept her androgynous, and therefore, universally appealing. Brigitte had the largest chest, and despite all her muscle, she still managed to be super pretty and somehow soft, however that was possible. Amelie was obviously using some form of hack, because besides her chest being pretty darn small, the rest of her measurements could cause any of her lesser assured peers some confidence issues. Her backside, in particular, should be ensured.

'Hah…' Hana sighed, watching as everyone else joined her. 'This is the stuff!'

'You said it, Luv. Should get one of these installed in the base!'

'No way! There are so many bathhouses in Korea that would be a crazy waste.'

'Oh, true! True!'

'This is good for the muscles after a long day of work. Our legs will thank us.' Brigitte leaned back, her arms outstretched behind her.

'Would you like me to massage your shins and calves, Angela?' Fareeha offered with a straight face which made Hana sigh in admiration.

'O-oh…Um…It's quite alright. My thanks.'

'You two are so cute it really makes me sick.' Lena giggled. 'Still going strong, huh? That's somethin' else.'

'Why wouldn't we be? Our compatibility remains perfect.' Fareeha shrugged.

'Indeed. It's not as though either of you are unnecessarily complicated with your emotions.' Amelie hummed.

'Hey!' Lena apparently took offence.

'I was speaking of myself.' Widow shot back. 'But if you are so self-conscious, then perhaps you will be included in the statement as well?'

Everyone laughed at that, and Hana decided to ask a question that she had thought about many times leading up to this moment upon meeting Fareeha and Angela.

'How do you guys do it though? I mean, it's insane how perfect you are together.' She thought of her parents. She thought of herself. She thought of a lot of things.

'I've deduced a rather simple two-step formula to our successful relationship.' Angela began.

'You have?' Fareeha smiled handsomely. God she was handsome. 'Go on.'

'I shall.' She nudged her dark girlfriend with her shoulder. Too cute. 'First, and perhaps foremost, one must be satisfied with one's self. This is a key component to the secondary ingredient, which is doing everything in one's power to make your partner's life better at every opportunity. If both parties participate nearly evenly, it tends to work out better than not. This is a simplified version. I could easily write a book on the matter.'

Hana nodded slowly. Her mother was disappointed with where her life had ended up. Her father…seemed content, overall, but neither his wife nor he worked to make the other happy very often. Huh. It seemed so simple, yet…

'We are doomed, you and I.' Amelie jested again, showing her teasing nature again and becoming more lovely for it.

'Ugh. Are we ever.' Lena agreed, going along with the joke. 'At least the sex is good.'

Amelie coloured at this, and everyone burst into laughter, Hana finding it hard to let the more serious side of the conversation go.

'Do you fight at all?' Hana asked, trying to sound light-hearted but past discomfort tugging at her heart.

The two women glanced at one another, smiling.

'Oh, here and there. I would suspect something to be quite amiss in our relationship if we didn't. It's healthy to have a good spat or two.' Angela answered.

'About what? Who loves who more?' Lena laughed.

'We both have the tendency to take…risks in our line of work. That's sparked a heated argument once.' Fareeha looked up at the dark sky. 'But enough about us. How goes your love life, Brigitte?'

'Huh?' The redhead blinked in surprise.

'Brigitte? Yeah. She's a little too busy with Reinhardt, like, all the time to bother.' Lena waved the topic aside.

'Oh? Is that true?' Fareeha grinned. Did she know something?

'…Pretty much, yeah. I'm more interested in training, anyway.'

'Tch. Such a waste. You could always try girls if none of the guys are doing it for you. Pretty sure you'd be a huge hit, Luv.'

'Hahah! Yeah, no. I know I'm in the minority here, but it's just not a thing for me.'

'Meh. Fair enough.' Lena locked eyes with Hana, and her heart skipped in panic. She knew what was coming next. 'And then we have our Eastern idol, right? How many boys do you turn down on the regular?'

'Me? Hahah!' Hana rolled her eyes to the side. 'Oh, you know. Idols aren't supposed to have boyfriends and all, so, I'm pretty inexperienced when it comes to that side of things. It's all good though. More time for gaming and working on techy stuff.'

'Wow. Speaking of "wasting"…' Brigitte sighed.

'Seriously, Luv. You're one of the cutest things I've ever seen. I'd bloody eat you right up given the chance.'

'Whore.' Widow snapped, but softened her tone despite Lena's shocked objections. 'But she isn't exactly incorrect. Quite adorable.'

'Take it from someone who knows, Hana,' Angela spoke up as well. 'My circumstances worked out in my favour, but I truly believe they were undeniably something of a fluke. Being married to work is no recipe for happiness for most. You seem like an individual that is more than capable of giving a great deal of love and happiness to another on a more intimate and honest level. I personally would hate to see such talent go to waste.'

Yikes. Small wonder she was a doctor. Angela worded it a little softly, but she was calling Hana out, and it wasn't completely unappreciated.

'Heheh…Well, maybe I can give it a shot sometime…'

Angela gave Hana a look for a moment, as if evaluating her, but then seemed to leave her be, and the rest of the evening went on without any issues. In fact, Hana really enjoyed everyone's company, liking the jabs Lena and Amelie exchanged on the regular, or the obvious comradery between Brigitte and Fareeha, or the strange but intense respect Widow gave Angela. It felt like a little family, similar but different from her M.E.K.A. squad. She was on an even playing field with these women, and they treated her like everyone else. It was nice. Really nice.

The conversation shifted to the upcoming festival, and obvious anticipation filled the area. It was going to be fun, without a doubt, and Hana beamed from ear to ear, thankful her somewhat unorthodox life brought her to this point.

'You've worn a kimono before, correct, Hana? I will be looking for your guidance when the time comes.' Angela nodded.

'You got it!'

It was dark back in the bedroom within half an hour of returning from the hot springs. Hana lay in her bed staring at the ceiling, her mind still abuzz and her thoughts erratic at best. Brigitte's heavy breathing was heard first, and then Fareeha's was the next to join her. Angela, unsurprisingly, was quiet, but the lack of movement in the room after little more than twenty minutes upon everyone wishing one another a good night indicated all were sound asleep save for Hana.

She wasn't sure what it was, but this setting, and the company, made her emotional and thoughtful, reflecting on the heartache from her past and the lack thereof within her present. She suddenly felt drained but sensitive, fighting back tears she didn't even know the source of.

An hour passed, and despite her fidgeting and flipflopping, Hana could only get up, go to the washroom, and sit on the toilet with her hands covering her face, an uncomfortable overtiredness making her loopy.

She pulled her tiny pink shorts back up, adjusted her white tank top, and stood at the entrance to the tiny extension of their room before breathing out slowly and climbing into bed.

But it wasn't her bed. She didn't care. This raw, unfiltered, undistracted pain wasn't going away, and she went to the one person she felt a bizarre attachment to. Not quite motherly, but something akin to that, maybe.

Hana gripped Angela's waist from behind and pressed her face into her back, clenching her eyes shut and feeling even more vulnerable. As soon as she was in position, she panicked, realizing she was being a complete idiot, and prepared to bail out, fearing for her life should the nearby Fareeha on Angela's other side awaken.

A hand held her in place, however. A soft touch from the angel of Overwatch gently accepted her, pulling her in without judgement. Angela turned over elegantly, her blue eyes shining in the darkness.

'I half-expected you.' She whispered.

'R-really…?' Hana mumbled back.

'Indeed.' Angela paused, sighing hesitantly. 'You're lonely.'

Hana didn't know what to say. Her eyes instantly watered, and she wanted to laugh it away, like she always did. Totally not cool. She wasn't someone to cry at the drop of a hat without someone calling "action" and a camera rolling.

'Yikes. And you're scary.' Hana whined.

'Heh. I've been called that more than you think.'

'…Sorry.'

'Don't be. I'm a doctor. It's what I do. If this helps, then so be it. So long as I'm around, my door is always open. But we also don't have to talk at all.'

'Thanks.' Hana meant it, but she also couldn't stop her body from heating up. This closeness was…freaky. Even in her imagination she didn't think the temptation would be so intense. Her feelings were zigzagging. Her needs were all over the place. She was drunk tired. Maybe that's what gave her the courage to do the ridiculous. There were too many contributors to list. Carnal desire and curiosity urged her forward. Years of restraint. Years of giving but never receiving. Memories of that incredible scene she only heard.

Hana sucked in air with a quick huff and shifted Angela's hand between her legs, holding it in place and breathing out shakily.

'B-but what if I need help…um…here?'

There was a pause, and Hana pushed Angela's touch away despite herself, sobbing in embarrassment and shifting to leave.

She had officially lost her mind, and remaining would only make everything worse. It was late. She was obviously beyond exhausted and mentally insane. Time to go. Escape. Run, run, run!

Yet, she was stopped again, and Angela's voice sounded unlike her somehow.

'A moment, Hana…J-just a moment.' She turned to Fareeha, mumbled something to the woman when she knew she was awake, and waited.

Ah. So, this is how Hana died. Cool.

Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool.

Fareeha uttered something back, but didn't seem mad. Then again, this could have been wishful thinking. Angela spoke for a little longer this time, and after a painfully long silence, Fareeha's lower voice seemed to submit.

'Hana.' Angela turned back to her, the doctor's words understandable again.

'I'm sorry. Seriously. I'm really, really sorry! I'm, like, half-awake.' Hana tried, but a slender finger was placed at her lips.

'Listen to me carefully, understand? Your intentions are not malicious. Anyone in my field would understand that. However, I do believe you long for this form of attention in a safe environment before allowing yourself to seek it out on a more personal level. I will not poke and pry into your past, but if this shall help you make progress, then Fareeha is graciously allowing a level of controlled assistance.'

'Um…what?' Was this a dream? If so, she would likely wake up any second, right?'

'Two ground rules require defining.' Angela went on, her voice heavier. 'Firstly, you allow me to lead. Secondly, you cannot touch me suggestively or kiss me. Is that understood?'

'I…uh…sure?' What else could she say? As Hana herself contemplated that very question, her voice almost squeaked out loud enough for Brigitte to hear her, but Fareeha's hand was covering her mouth from behind Angela, and Hana's eyes crossed for a second, her whole body lurching forward the moment she felt two slender fingers begin massaging the front part of her shorts, the fabric bunching between her legs.

'My thanks, Fareeha…A-ah…' Angela breathed, and Hana wondered if she was also receiving some form of "treatment" from the quiet woman nearby. There was some flinching movement near the doctor as well under the covers.

But the moments melded into one another immediately thereafter. Hana's eyes glazed over and her hips were moving with Angela's perfect touch. When did her shorts fall to her ankles? Why was Fareeha on her other side now? Who's fingers were in her mouth to muffle her intensifying moans? Her tiny red panties were being stretched, and just when she wasn't sure her senses could be more overloaded, she gasped in a high-pitched squeal and gripped Angela's wrist as tightly as she could, the doctor delicately sliding in and out rhythmically.

'Oh…my God…' Hana groaned. She didn't recognize her own voice as she fell into desire further, a warmth pressing against her back in the form of Fareeha while Angela worked her over mercilessly. The two women kissed atop of her, and without thinking, Hana awkwardly joined them, the exchange both dramatically erotic yet equally strange.

Fareeha settled into the act more after that, her strong mouth sucking upon Hana's breasts, her shirt bunched up under her chin and her mouth covered once again. She was on her back, and the restraint applied to her only amplified the experience.

It was game over.

Hana's eyes rolled back, her neck tightening alongside the rest of her body, and a release like nothing she could have possibly expected overtook her, causing her shrilling voice to claw through her throat, the convulsions coming at regular intervals, and the pleasure fading but embedding itself into her brain.

'K.O…' She hummed dumbly, submitting to unconsciousness almost immediately thereafter, a silly grin stuck upon her sleeping visage.

When I woke up the next day, I had to really think about what the heck had happened the night before. Fareeha was impossible to get a read on, like always, but Angela gave me a kind, motherly smile that made my stomach turn before putting her finger to her mouth as if telling me we now had a pretty big secret between the three of us. I was super lame and awkward after that, totally unsure of how to handle myself for the first half of the day. Fortunately, for my sanity, I had a good long chat with Fareeha and Angela, and that helped a bunch. Like, a lot. Pretty much a free therapy session. A mental one this time. The physical was long done, and it wasn't as weird from then on. If anything, it made me a little crazy and not so scared of…stuff.

Angela is better at the details, so, maybe I'll let her get into the nitty gritty. I'm just a bonus character and all, so, for now, I think I'm good with that. Take from all this what you will, I guess? Me, personally? I don't think I have any regrets going forward, and that's a win, right? I can't have any. I saw what that sort of life is like…and it sucks.

GG.