Beyond the Earthland

The area was loud. People pressed together intimately. Masha was worried as she watched people shove and push to get to the front of the line. Did she really need a passport? Did she really want to subject herself to more people? There was a good fifty meters between Masha and the crowd yet her pheromones were still effecting those on the outermost reaches of the crowd. She had even covered up more than usual in preparation for this. It was possible the stress of this encounter might be boosting the potency of the pheromones but Masha didn't want to think about that. It would only upset her. She was learning that being upset was driving some of her darker more aggressive emotions.

Masha cautiously got closer to the crowd. Her guild tattoo was on display through the lace of her top. The top was relatively modest, a black number that had patterned lace on the top third or so. It revealed a thin strip of skin just above the waistband of her pants. The pants were low slung, hanging onto her hips. It had taken a fair amount of willpower not to wear a thong that peaked over the edge of the waistband. The pants were artfully ripped along the thighs and frayed along the edges of the hem. Masha hoped that her common appearance coupled with her guild tattoo would keep anyone with ill intentions away. She had no idea how to control her darker emotions yet. Up to now she had merely done her best to avoid them as best she could.

Sure enough as Masha neared the crowd, people were turning toward her. She could see the lust in their eyes. Despite her wish to only draw sexual energy off of people nowadays, Masha could feel the draw to sleep with one or all of them. The roiling within her stomach pushed for her to absorb their energy. Masha did her best to ignore it as she inched closer to the crowd. She needed to hurry to get her passport before she gave into her urges. No. She wouldn't do that. Her life had been spent giving into her urges. It was time to learn some restraint.

Masha struggled with every step into the crowd toward the booth. Her skin felt too sensitive. Every brush of touch against her body sent tremors through her body. Even her clothing was starting to irritate her. Masha barely managed to reach the booth. "One passport please." She asked setting the jewels upon the counter. There was a spark of fear starting inside her. Would she affect everyone in the crowd? Start either a large orgy or a massive battle? Masha shuddered. The scientists had never managed to test her capabilities in these situations. She had no idea if her affect would be mitigated or multiplied. Masha didn't want to find out either.

The passport was handed to her. Masha was careful to not let her skin brush against the teller's. Once the passport was in her grasp, Masha turned and nearly ran from the area. She managed to get out of the crowd without issue. When she was a far enough distance away, Masha leaned against a nearby wall. That was an experience she did not want to repeat.

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