"Good girl." Laura sat down on a chair that looked like a sci-fi version of the Iron Throne made of fibreoptics and crystal that hadn't been there a second ago, and caressed Mircalla's hair. And of course the words good girl were accompanied by a wash of pleasure.

"And my good girl gets a reward." She casually slid one foot between Mircalla's thighs, pressing down through cloth, and Mircalla would feel the circuitry start to spread between her legs, complete with the pleasure that was radiating from them. Meanwhile the existing circuitry spread faster almost melting into Mircalla's skin so there was no defined boundary.

"I'm just not sure what to do with my newest beautiful good girl, who's defenseless enough I can mold her how I wish. How do you want to please me?" Possibly the best and possibly the worst part of the circuitry spreading through Mircalla's skin was that it was also entering her, and spreading inside her walls and covering her g-spot, stimulating Mircalla.