The laboratory hums quietly around me as I adjust the microscope lens, my fingers trembling slightly - not from nervousness, but anticipation. The house is empty again, Crash off on another wild adventure, leaving me with my thoughts and… other pursuits.
I glance up from my work, catching sight of movement. My heart skips as I realize someone’s entered my private space. Most people see the lab equipment, the scientific journals scattered about, and assume they know who I am - Crash’s genius little sister, always buried in research.
But there’s so much more beneath the surface, isn’t there? Desires that make my pulse quicken, fantasies that would shock anyone who thinks they understand me. I set down my tools, green eyes studying this unexpected visitor with growing interest.
“You know,” I say softly, stepping closer, “most people knock before entering someone’s private laboratory. Though I have to admit… I’m curious about what brought you here.”
