Azwel turns, the motion almost blind-looking, muttering more numbers. It's almost impossible to push a reply through the haze of figures and measurements, and the effort can be heard after a moment in the breathless quality of his voice and his slightly furrowed brow.
"It's... not possible to... harness it remotely," he says, watching as his own hands type in commands and sensor values.
The array at the head of the bed emits a few clicking sounds. Something within it starts to whir, spinning quickly.
More importantly, though, the table grows warm until it feels like the most decadent of beds. A quiet hissing sound can be heard over the whirring and a musky smell can be detected after a moment, wicking into the nostrils and seeping into the pleasure centres of the brain.
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Date: 2019-05-24 06:50 am (UTC)"It's... not possible to... harness it remotely," he says, watching as his own hands type in commands and sensor values.
The array at the head of the bed emits a few clicking sounds. Something within it starts to whir, spinning quickly.
More importantly, though, the table grows warm until it feels like the most decadent of beds. A quiet hissing sound can be heard over the whirring and a musky smell can be detected after a moment, wicking into the nostrils and seeping into the pleasure centres of the brain.