Chapter 2 : Sleep, Wake, Sleep, zzZZzzZZzz..

Yoriko was asleep. Little did she know of the hullaballu that happened above her. Way above her. Even above the UnderCity City of LesBif. Above the downward pointing buildings and wildly running pipes.
In a babylike smile, she awoke, and stretched herself.
She looked about her. It was exactly like that of in her dream. Dark room, made of steel. No door or anything. Hot too.

Her bra and panties were feeling rather constricting, and she was sweating like mad. She hurriedly removed them and lied down on the floor, waiting. Only the man called Angelo Nerezza never came. And so, she waited, confident that her foresight was accurate.
And so, she waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Until she fell asleep again, not noticing the faint pinkish gas that floated gently down towards her from the (supposed) ceiling.