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Hunter sets his tablet aside and looks down at me. “Aren’t these things for children?”

“No!” I turn a little so I can meet his eyes more easily, squirming when that makes the dildo inside me rub against my walls. “They make so many different games these days. Like… um, what kind of movies do you like? Or books? They have fantasy games, and sci-fi games, and, oh! I played a doctor game once.” I can’t stop myself from giggling a little. “I don’t think it was very realistic. I had to use a laser to burn out virus polyps. And a few bandaids fixed up all the mistakes I made.”

“A… laser?” Hunter looks at me in confusion. “And I don’t consume fiction.”

“Not even a little?” I ask. “Come on, you have to have read the ‘classics,’ at the very least.” I make little quotes with my fingers on the word classics because I was never really very impressed by them.

Hunter huffs. “Yes, I read the classics. And I suppose I’ve read the occasional noir novel.”

“Perfect!” I sit up—and stop, halfway up, realizing that I’ve disobeyed him. “Um. That is… If you want. I know a few noir games.”

He glances at his tablet, then back to me. I’m ready to lie back down and beg for forgiveness, but he makes a go on gesture with his hand. “Fine. But I don’t have any games.”

I hesitate, not sure if I should talk about spending his money. He obviously has a lot of it, if the condo is any indication, but he could be frugal.

Then again, I doubt especially frugal people buy sex slaves.

My thoughts threaten to darken, but I shake it off. “If you don’t want to commit to buying specific games, they have subscription services that let you play a lot of them.”

“I can afford a few games,” Hunter says again. “Just get on with it.”

That sounds like an order, and I’m not going to question this strange generosity. I crawl over to the game system, not wanting to push my luck too far. The movement does mean the dildo shifts inside me, and maybe that’s why he was willing to indulge me in this.

I find the TV remote, turn the TV on, then check to make sure the gaming system is indeed hooked up. Miraculously, even the controller is charged. I crawl back to the couch and kneel down next to him while the system boots up.

“You can buy the games digitally,” I tell him as I navigate to the game store. I use the d-pad to search for the noir game I was thinking of, and thankfully it’s available. You never know with the older games. “You might need to add your… Oh, your credit card is already stored here.”

“My nephew must have done all of that,” Hunter says. “I remember him begging for my card while he was here.”

Out of curiosity, I navigate to the menu to show me the purchased games. My eyes widen when I see five different racing games. “Your nephew really likes cars?”

“Yes. I already know what my brother will get him as soon as he turns sixteen.” Hunter gently scratches the back of my head.

I know rich people are different from the rest of the world, but I can’t imagine receiving a car for a birthday. My parents hadn’t been poor, but they never would’ve been able to afford even a used car for me. We’d had one vehicle to share, which meant I’d relied on public transportation—something I doubt Hunter Savage has ever done.

“Are you playing a racing game?”

“No, I’m not that into those… If it’s okay, I’ll get a detective game for you?” I navigate back to the store.

“Get whatever you want.” Hunter pauses, then tugs on my shoulders. “Sit next to me.”

The order surprises me, and I glance up at him. It’s strange to think about sitting next to him, especially when I still feel self-conscious around him. I get up and sit next to him, squirming as the dildo shifts inside of me, then select the noir detective game I’d been thinking of and purchase it. With his wi-fi, it downloads quickly, and I’m soon loading into it.

“Here you go,” I say, holding out the controller to him.

Hunter shakes his head. “You play. I’ll watch.” Then he drops his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer to him.

I don’t know what to make of this behavior. He has me naked with a dildo strapped inside of me, yet he’s got his arm around me like we’re companions—or lovers, though I quickly disabuse myself of that notion.

I know what I am to him.

I start a new game and watch as the opening movie loads up.

“Are you playing already?” Hunter asks, glancing down at my hands.

“Um, no. This is a cutscene… it’s not a playable part. This is the story portion.” I squirm a little, unnerved by his sudden intensity. But maybe it’s a good thing?

We see a person getting stabbed by a mysterious figure in black, and soon the game lets me walk around as the hard-boiled detective. “Now I’m playing,” I tell Hunter. “We go around and collect evidence, question suspects, and try to figure out who did it.”

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