Shops & Commons
The little food stands have screens over their small packed bartops. Explosive streamed violence on one, skin clad bodies on the other, glamor and status items of the rich and famous on the third. The smell of vaguely meatlike textures over indoor flame. It slows his step but doesn't stop him. He's not hungry, and those screens would only dull his attention for so long.

do you want to play with m e?

They all left!

Is your Mistress aware of you being here?

Let’s take this to room Myguest, password sugar acknowledge and I will erase

Shops & Commons
The Summer heat has the lower floors more packed than usual. Hundreds of faces noisily moving from one place to another. Food shops, electronics, clothes, and everything else. Usually he'd be working the clinic or the Med Center, but he didn't have a shift for a while. Neon holograms and advertisements fill everyone's periphery, an endless stream of information designed to spark consuming. Half the time it doesn't get him. The other half it does. On days when he feels something's missing.

listens too

lots to learn more than anything else

yr too kind lol

(yes.)

i so have a room to which i am happy to invite You both if You desire

Actually things seem to be working now so i am back and don't need to run the errand. seem being the operative word

im getting quite hard

And Joan is urging you on, spanking my ass

Me?
Ummm, well. I don’t usually interrogate others in public, but tend to prefer more intimate conversations.

Is there anything that You would like to know about any one in particular?

a soft hot whisper .... "I love you ..."

maybe new prisoners seeking justice have arrived
checking the holding cell

Shops & Commons
The lights, sounds, bodies, all moving from one shop or stand to another. A microcosm of commerce inside the tower of thousands of apartments. He is one in the crowd. Dressed in black, sparse blue, a meandering gait that was slow enough to hunt through what was on display without revealing any distinct direction.