The woman paused for a second, before an electrical shock hit Aegir. There were only six questions left, and seven pieces of clothing. It was rather pointless to continue playing the game, but she wanted to see something about Aegir. Onto our next question Aegir. In the library there was a book with a key in it. What was on the page next to the key? The woman shifted her wait, as she gazed upon Aegir. The creature had been allowed to roam around free, but now he was learning there was a fee for admittance.

Lover's in the Moonlight. That had been the title of the book in which he had found the key. His body ached from the electrical shock he had received and thus this sensation had been unpleasant as it played against his vulnerability. It had not been as painful as it had seemed, his mind anticipating more pain than he had received which had made him wonder as to the nature of her being.

Fluttering his eye closed he had called upon his eidetic memory since he had been too busy to read the page in question in detail. His mind had brought up what he recalled having seen the writing on the page he had simply stored it in his mind like so many other things that he had witnessed.

But now he read from the page as he recalled it to the fore of his mind.

A girl sits under the moonlight looking for love. She sits there waiting for someone to come fetch her. There has been no one, since she began to sit under the moonlight. The girls reticule her for not being physically appealing, and men just shrug her off as being nothing special. She sits under the moon light waiting for someone to come for her. She waits for someone to relieve her of all she has suffered, and who will honestly appreciate her for what she is.

His eyes had opened as he took a look at his tormentor.

A slight sigh came from her mouth, as her legs lifted up again. This time it was her socks that came off, and were placed into the shoes. Her bare feet touched the hard wood floor. In the memory portion you came across a fragment. What was her ability, and as a bonus question what was she wearing on her face? It seemed this woman was giving Aegir a chance at redemption, and a possible way to get back into the game.

Mirage ... how utterly luscious he had drawn upon the image as the question had been asked. Perhaps it had been the decor that she had been wearing or the mystique surrounding her. He had not been quite sure what to make out of that figment though she had been impossible to forget.

Teleportation, though she did have the ability to conjure lighting but that doesn't seem to be an unique ability possessed by her. On her face she sported a kitsune mask it had gone with her Japanese assembly.

The woman's hands went to her waist, as they reached under her vest. It wasn't long before it was pulled over her head, and dropped on top of the previously taken off items. The tie she was wearing followed shortly after, and fell on top of the vest. Aegir would now be able to see the faint traces of the woman's bosom. Well it seems you have managed to put yourself back into the game. Now let us move onto the next question. The fragments in the pain and behavior center, both shared the same personality trait. What was that personality trait? The woman stood there waiting for Aegir's response.

Conjuring up images of the Maid in his mind with what he new of Replica. For a moment he had thought things over while he had been given quite the view. He didn't have her naked yet though barring some crazy questions or things he may have over looked in his haste given the time constraints he had been under he had felt that he could answer the questions posed before him.

They both seemed submissive, easier to impose my will upon had I of wanted as if something had sapped that quality from them or that had been there own behavior. Almost as if they were less imposing than the other fragments I encountered, meek.

The woman's hands reached under the skirt this time, as she removed her white lace panties. These were dropped on top of the pile of clothes that was forming. The skirt was still rather in the way of getting a view of her sex. At least now Aegir knew she wasn't wearing any panties under her skirt. In long term memory how many keys were found there? The question had come rather quickly from the woman. It was as if she was trying to through Aegir off his game.

He paused for a moment as thought flowed through is mind as his tentacles fluttered this way and that. Ah, a trick question. I hadn't uncovered any keys in the behavior centers. By that point I had acquired two, Priestess found it for me though I don't know where she had located it. Though to be technical it was half a key uncovered there.

He never did ask where that key had been acquired, time constraints and all imposing on him to the extent that he had failed to ask the question to her. While this thought fluttered through the back of his mind it had been clear that he had been a little distracted as his gaze drifted to the pile of clothes then back to her frame as he analyzed it with his eyes.

The woman turned her back to Aegir, as her hands went to the collar of her blouse. The blouse would become looser, as the buttons began to come undone. Aegir would see one bare shoulder, and then the other one as the shirt was removed. The shirt was dropped on top of the pile, of clothes as the woman turned around. Her hands clasped at her waist, as her arms pressed her well developed orbs closer together. The room in the pain center holding the one fragment. What was its scent and feel? Aegir had seemed to be growing more distracted, as clothing was removed. Hopefully he wouldn't be able to think straight, now that she was all most naked.

Sex. He muttered his answer off hand, with no hesitation as his white eyes caressed her silky skin with his gaze. His mouth tendrils flickered and withered though distracted his mind had been segmented in fractions like a shattered mirror.

It had allowed him to function his multi limbed body, and more importantly let him use a plethora of his psionic abilities at once. Of course he had wanted to see more of her body revealed, his eyes smoothing over her breasts as they appeared larger, more volumptous as the position of her arms made them stick out.

The woman's mouth twisted, as if contemplating Aegir's answer. Once again the woman turned her back to the creature. This time her fingers fiddled with her bra's clasp until it came undone. The bra itself was dropped onto the disheveled pile of clothing. The woman turned around with her arms wrapped around her luscious bosom, as if trying to hide them from Aegir. An embarrassed look came over the woman’s face, as she was slightly blushing. I see you've been paying attention to your surroundings. Now onto the final question for this game, what is Yoko's true self? The question asked seemed to be saved for this moment in time. Did Aegir have all the pieces to that puzzle, or was he still missing the big picture?

While his tendrils about his mouth waved and quivered his eyes had watched her fumbling with her bra relieved that he had not been the only one that had struggled with the article of clothing. So use to taring them off or not bothering with them altogether. He watched though. For starters he wanted to see more, more of her flesh displayed to his watchful eyes.

He had been curios as to how the garment worked as absorbed the matter into his mind. Seeing the garment flutter to the ground his gaze washed over her as she turned around, hands covering her bosoms as she addressed him with a final question, a question that he had been not been entirely sure of the answer as his mind flickered over the fragments that he encountered. He thought upon all the cryptic information he had encountered along the way and mulled over matters about a mask ... hiding behind a false identity. Then he thought about the reasons why the others had locked up Replica and the reasons for them doing so.

She had enjoyed matters when she had encountered that monsterous being. Had that been the real her? Had the others locked her away because of that? Had they transformed her in the process of imprisoning her?

These questions and more stormed through his mind as he gave the matter some thought. Deciding that remaining silent would warrant him an incorrect answer he ventured a guess, an assumption on his part.

Replica.

The woman stood there for some time, as contemplating Aegir's answer. Then a sudden scream came from the woman, as she fell face first onto the floor. Behind the woman was replica holding a tazer, as she looked down on the twitching woman's form. Replica poked the woman on the floor in the ass with her foot a few times; before she was convinced the woman would be out for a while. Despite the woman being unconscious on the floor, Aegir would find himself still securely bound in place. How did Replica get inside the room? Had she entered at some point undetected, or had she slipped in when Aegir had come in?

Replica approached Aegir with the tazer still in hand. She was entering a range that would normally be dangerous, if Aegir's tendrils had been free. Aegir would now be able to see the electricity arching between the two prongs. Raising the tazer in the air it seemed, as Aegir would be banished from the recesses of Yoko's mind. Instead Aegir would feel a finger on the tip of his phallus rubbing back and forth against it. Did I scare Mr. Aegir? There was obviously a grin on her face, but the tazer was now visibly off. The only problem to this development was that Aegir would probably never get his answer.

Watching the scene unfold before him he had to admit that he could sense nervous energy building up inside him, his eyes flickering to the taser watching the electricity course between the prongs. Electricity, how he hated it. But a moment later it had been off.

While a curious being seeking knowledge and understanding in whatever form a part of him had reflected on the fact that he would not receive an answer wether correct or not. But he felt something better than the simple quelling of his curiousity.

Warm heat rippled against him, the movements of her finger feeling incredibly good against the tip of his phallus. His eyes fell closed, he let loose a burbling groan as he felt the warmth against him.

Yes. He answered truthfully those his voice seemed to be softer now, his answer being two fold since it had been a means of him also admitting how good matters felt.

The burbling nose from Aegir had replica confused for a bit. That was until Aegir gave her an answer. She figured it was two fold in his response. Her finger continued to rub across the tip, of his Phallus. Mr.Aegir should listen very carefully to what I'm going to tell him. I'm sure that woman told you about the wall around the physical form. What she might of not told you is that this wall is more like a jar. You see Yoko's emotions are sealed rather tightly in this jar, and know ones been able to open it. The trick is to open the jar, and then Mr. Aegir will be able to get what he wants from Yoko. Unfortunately that can't be done while you’re still in here. You should have more than enough knowledge to accomplish this task. One more thing you’re a telepath, so don't be afraid to get creative with what you can do to this minds body. Aegir would feel Replica's finger move away from his phallus, as the tazer now turned on took its place. It was apparent it was Aegir's time to leave.

Back in reality Yoko was coming out of her mentally drained state, as her eyes fluttered open. She looked around apparently trying to figure out where she was. Then she remembered where she was, and what had brought her to this spot. Picking herself up from the ground her hand was placed flat against a tree. Her other hand was placed against the temple of her head. My head fells like a train wreck just happened inside of it. What has he been doing while I was out? Looking around again she could see Aegir standing there, a foot or so away from her. She could tell he looked rather pre-occupied with something, and figured this would be a good time to get away. Yoko pushed off the tree and began to stumble forward a few feet, before she had to place her hand on a tree again. It was apparent that she wasn't one hundred percent from just waken up.