بالاخره فهمیدم." Smoke billows from the opening, as does my voice. "من آزاد شدم."
I begin to take form from the orange and yellow smoke that rapidly fills the small room. The smoke seems to emit light, and a it converges to a point near the floor in front of her. The point grows and grows, rapidly taking shape as the room clears. Within moments a beautiful, naked woman crouches on the floor before her. Her elegant features-high cheekbones, well proportioned face, high brow and long, straight nose- seem almost alien as her iris and pupilless orange eyes turn to her. Everything about her is orange, a subtly shifting, living, natural orange like firelight. The heat emitting from her is intense, the carpet beneath her is gradually melting into little hard lumps.
Her body seems appropriate to be emitting such heat. Flat stomach, wide hips, full, soft breasts. Her posture is perfect, and as she moves, raising her arms to lay herself flat against the floor, pointed straight at the one who freed her from her prison.
"آرزوی شما چیست؟"
Her voice is deep, smooth, and controlled. Her body moves with fluid grace. And she seems to be waiting for an answer?