"I know she's a beauty, but you really shouldn't be staring that much," June mused, arms crossed as she smirked at Arlon.
Arlon shot her a brief glance but didn't stop analyzing the tubes. His focus remained locked on the strange sight before him.
Five identical women, suspended in liquid, their features eerily perfect, their honey-colored eyes shut as if lost in an endless dream.
After a moment, Arlon turned away and began pressing the buttons scattered around the room.
Each press was met with a mechanical whirr, the faint sound of shifting gears hidden behind the walls.
Yet, despite the noises, nothing in the room changed. The tubes remained untouched, their occupants undisturbed.
June watched him fiddle with the controls. "Any luck?"
Arlon exhaled sharply. "Nothing. These buttons don't seem to be connected to the tubes at all."
