Donna sits there for a moment, mentally fitting Jason's info-dump details into the framework of events that she already had. Clearly, he's made up his mind about how deep the plot against Vanessa -- and by extension, Diana herself -- went back in the day. But it does make sense.
"You've said..." Donna stops, swallows down the anger that's threatening, and then continues, "That's the second time you've mentioned grooming."
It's Nessie's turn to blush. But she slides the phone between the two of them so that they can both read:
That's what happened. At first, it seemed romantic... he said he loved me, he was always willing to listen to me, that kind of thing.
But when he got me back to his place, when they started messing with my body and my brain, it was more about sex. Not all of the implants were cybernetic.
Donna glances up, and repeats, "Not all of the implants were cybernetic?"
Nessie cups both hands under her own breasts and pushes them up to mimic the bustier that she wore as the Silver Swan. It's rather obvious that there's not as much volume to them now.
Donna's eyes go a little wider as she 'gets it', and then she scowls darkly. "That piece of shit..."
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Date: 2022-09-18 07:49 pm (UTC)"You've said..." Donna stops, swallows down the anger that's threatening, and then continues, "That's the second time you've mentioned grooming."
It's Nessie's turn to blush. But she slides the phone between the two of them so that they can both read:
That's what happened. At first, it seemed romantic... he said he loved me, he was always willing to listen to me, that kind of thing.
But when he got me back to his place, when they started messing with my body and my brain, it was more about sex. Not all of the implants were cybernetic.
Donna glances up, and repeats, "Not all of the implants were cybernetic?"
Nessie cups both hands under her own breasts and pushes them up to mimic the bustier that she wore as the Silver Swan. It's rather obvious that there's not as much volume to them now.
Donna's eyes go a little wider as she 'gets it', and then she scowls darkly. "That piece of shit..."