The Omega Effect. Samara. Part Two.
Added 2021-02-13 10:16:50 +0000 UTC"You'll never get anywhere on Omega with those little tits." Samara's new matriarch friend had giggled in between snorts of red sand. "Natural beauty doesn't mean a thing here. There's a whore like us on every street corner, and the only thing you can do to stand out is make yourself bigger!"
Samara had been horrified and insulted at the Matriarch's words, the thought that she could end up looking like her: an inflated plastic mockery of asari beauty, made her skin crawl. It was bad enough being forced to share her new friend's apartment, the credits she was bringing in by allowing the filth of omega to leer and fondle her bosom somehow only enough for her to afford a tiny, disgusting room with only one bed and hardly enough space to avoid her roommate's constant customers.
That had been a month ago, and denial had melted into anger as her situation had only worsened. Her rent took all the credits she made that didn't go to food, her savings wouldn't be able to buy her a pair of new boots, let alone a seat on a shuttle away from the station.
She needed to make more credits to escape, and that meant stepping across yet another line she'd sworn she'd never reach.
Favours were worth more than credits down here in the underbelly of Omega, and as Samara felt her latest customer's gaze roll over her newly-silicon-plumped breasts, she shuddered at the thought of the blowjob that had paid for them.
As she stood in her usual alley, suit unzipped almost to her azure, she prayed to the goddess that her new friend was right. If she had defiled her body with these new implants for nothing, she didn't know what she would do...
This piece was made by the wonderful Mavruda as the second of five parts.
