Is A Trap: Her Glowing Buttflap

Vesper’s eyes went wide. “Wait. You’re supposed to—the light—it’s very calming—”

Maura hauled her upright. “You have the right to remain silent. You also have the right to have that ridiculous mod surgically removed in lockup.”

It glowed, they said. A soft, sleepy amber. And it was waiting. her glowing buttflap is a trap

“Vesper Rhen,” Maura said flatly. “You’re under arrest.”

What he actually said: “Yes. Absolutely.” Vesper’s eyes went wide

“No,” Vesper whispered. “Not the beige. Anything but the beige.”

One of them, a massive Brute-Bot with drool still crusted on its chest plate, raised a shaky claw. “Will… will she be back?” they said. A soft

“Of course I’ll be back,” she said. “The glow always finds a way.”