Beyond the airlock is a smallish room with low ceiling, some stuff is laying
\ around, then a corridor, then a door to the left -- a kitchen, or perhaps
\ rather a galley. The old man pours some water into a mug and holds it in front
\ of me with uncertainty. I don't know about that. I shake my head and look
\ around. Nothing here, let's try other rooms. Where does the water come from
\ by the way? A well? A rain collector?

"What are you looking for?"

I stop. Actually I can answer. I get on my knees and drink from an imaginary
\ trough. He understands but looks confused. I get up again.

"You sure it's better?"

I nod. At least I can control the process this way, instead of him just pouring
\ liquid down my throat.

"I have a bucket here, but it's dirty. You'll have to wait for a bit. Come,
\ I'll help you to sit down."

We move into another room that has a bed in it, and I drop my ass on it entirely
\ by myself, without any help. Ooooh yeeaah, it's nice to finally sit down.
\ I make a happy face. It's chilly in here and would you look at my nipples,
\ those little bastards. I shiver a little.

"Yeah, I have some clothes but uhhh... I'll bring a blanket."

It's very kind of him. Who is this man, what's he doing here and what's he gonna
\ do with me? So far he looks cool, maybe he is a friend after all. And speaking
\ of friends, will I ever see Liz again? I like Liz, she's my partner. I mean
\ in business, we are not like officially together or anything, but yeah, we do
\ fool around sometimes. I don't think she's into being watched all that much,
\ so mostly she helps me with stuff and occasionally appears on streams with
\ a whip and a vibrator and a leather uniform.

Wrapped in a warm blanket now, almost comfortable, I start daydreaming again.
\ This is my new studio, the guys are watching and chatting, and Liz is in
\ the bathroom, she's near, looking after me, my world is small and
\ I am very happy...

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