145. Back in the Laboratory
Amy decides to check out the lab again. “There HAS to be SOMETHING useful amidst all that mess!” she reasons. “Or at least a spare lab coat I can wear,” she adds, taking note of her nudity.
Amy makes her way down the narrow spiral staircase and searches the clutter once again. Her eyes are drawn to a small, bright pink box. She picks it up and blows the dust off. It's labeled “Ultravibe!” and has a picture of the most elaborate sex toy Amy has ever seen. It has all the bells and whistles and attachments needed to stimulate any of the various relevant points of interest in that whole region. Amy whistles at the sight. She keeps something like this in her underwear drawer at home, but comparing her version to this is like comparing a wooden stick to... well, to a fully armed and operational deluxe sex toy.
As she turns the package around, she notes that the entire back side is taken up by small-print warning labels. “Do not use Ultravibe! while operating heavy machinery. Do not use Ultravibe! while pregnant, or if you have ever been pregnant, or if you intend to become pregnant, or if you will have contact with a pregnant person in the next six months. Do not ingest Ultravibe! Do not attempt to use Ultravibe! with a fully-charged battery. May result in dehydration and loss of appetite. Do not...”
Amy grows bored with the warning label. She knows her way around a vibrator and is pretty sure she can handle this one without reading the instructions. She takes a surreptitious look around. There's nobody here and Amy hasn't had a good self-snuggling session in a long time. Would it really hurt to give Ultravibe a spin?