The bedroom was warm. Boilers powered by the fortress's fusion reactor pumped hot water through a labyrinthine network of internal pipes to every supply station, barracks, and other buildings, where aluminum radiators released the heat and kept the interiors pleasantly warm year-round.
As for command centers, barracks, engineering bays, and other temporary camps that could use thrusters to lift off the ground, they relied on convection heaters for warmth.
By the time Augustus reached the part of the story about Cinderella, Lisa Cassidy had already closed her eyes and fallen deeply asleep. Her long lashes trembled softly, and her chest rose and fell with each breath.
Because Lisa always vomited uncontrollably when her addiction flared up, she wore a white long-sleeved shirt on her upper body that was easy to change and wash. The shirt was thin, and Augustus could always see the black lace-trimmed underwear beneath it.
Lisa's shorts were only twelve and a half inches long, leaving her smooth, pale thighs exposed. Her small feet were covered in flesh-colored stockings, her toes curled slightly inward.
Augustus sat by the bed and watched her for a while before looking away. He admitted that Lisa's body was indeed quite alluring, and he was not ashamed to acknowledge his own desire.
After all, before he crossed over, he had also been the sort of person to post, "Send some lewds," or, "My friend wants to see," in group chats.
Augustus put the book in his hand into the bookshelf beside him, undid all the restraint straps binding Lisa, and covered her with another blanket. Once he had made sure every edge and corner of the blanket was perfectly squared, Augustus turned off the light, shut the door, and left contentedly.
After returning to his own bedroom, Augustus opened his PIG handheld