They had the same magnetic wrappings on their feet, just like Ifra’s. Their brains and minds seemed focused on the tasks at hand. They didn’t even...notice Ifra and the two humans walking into the bridge.Ifra walked up to the center portion of the large cone. Almost like an office in the dead center of the bridge, the adjunct was busy behind her console. Her hands were placed at the center of her screen. Unlike the other consoles, this one seemed more original, having a series of digital buttons.. But it did sound like fun and I admit, the idea did kinda turn me on. He started again by saying, “Don’t you want to turn him on?” At that moment I thought, why not? Let's see where this rabbit hole takes me. “Sure, what do you have in mind?” First, he gives me the look-over. His eyes scan my body from top to bottom and he says I'm too covered up. He unbuttons the top two buttons of my tight white shirt. He then suggests I let my hair down since it's up in a ponytail. He gets real close to me. She realized Claire was intentionally drawing the undressing process out."Those are the rules of my house," Claire said starting to work on the second button."They seem easy enough," Denise said. She was half tempted to take over undressing, but knew that Claire would tell her to just stand there.Claire gave an evil little laugh and continued working on the third button. She said, "They seem easy enough. Are you forgetting about the scarf yet?"Denise realized that she had relaxed her grip on. "We agreed with your idea to go naked and take pictures of ourselves and each other to commemorate our teenage comeliness because--" she paused, giving Monica's hand a squeeze with her own, and maintaining contact--"we thought we might seduce you with our lesbian loveliness."Abbie's mouth opened and closed. Finally, she managed to blurt, "Lesbian? You and Monica? Since when?"The others laughed. "Since forever," Monica said.Abbie felt betrayed. Her two best friends, whom she'd known since.