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The young smuggler was in serious trouble and owing a huge amount of credits to her employer. She had been summoned to meet the crime lord in person, a terrifying situation for anyone never mind whether they were as in debt as she was. On arrival at his head quarters she was escorted to a chamber and told to wait. As she entered, a single ceiling mounted light flickered to life revealing a small room decorated with large cushions and drapes in a strangely relaxing colour scheme.

She heard the door seal behind her, but when she turned around there was no sign of the opening. All of the walls, floor and ceiling seemed to be padded. The room was also quite warm, the lamp above giving off a lot of heat. The smuggler tried to get comfortable, taking off her coat, whilst climbing onto one of the cushions. Her clothes seemed tighter, clinging to her skin in the humid air. For some reason she began to relax, despite her fears.

The light shining from above warmed the air, but the smuggler couldn’t have known about the invisible radiation pouring over her. In his bed chamber the crime lord watched via hidden cameras, as the rays gradually changed the young human. She would be repaying her debt for a long time. As always it was her clothing and hair that was affected first. He watched her hand stroke down over her tightening flightsuit, as the rays caused her blonde hair to grow longer, forming it into a thick ponytail. It was clear that she had already forgotten why she was in the chamber.

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Quite an old sequence that I've recently scanned and written a story for.

Description
The young smuggler was in serious trouble and owing a huge amount of credits to her employer. She had been summoned to meet the crime lord in person, a terrifying situation for anyone never mind whether they were as in debt as she was. On arrival at his head quarters she was escorted to a chamber and told to wait. As she entered, a single ceiling mounted light flickered to life revealing a small room decorated with large cushions and drapes in a strangely relaxing colour scheme.

She heard the door seal behind her, but when she turned around there was no sign of the opening. All of the walls, floor and ceiling seemed to be padded. The room was also quite warm, the lamp above giving off a lot of heat. The smuggler tried to get comfortable, taking off her coat, whilst climbing onto one of the cushions. Her clothes seemed tighter, clinging to her skin in the humid air. For some reason she began to relax, despite her fears.

The light shining from above warmed the air, but the smuggler couldn’t have known about the invisible radiation pouring over her. In his bed chamber the crime lord watched via hidden cameras, as the rays gradually changed the young human. She would be repaying her debt for a long time. As always it was her clothing and hair that was affected first. He watched her hand stroke down over her tightening flightsuit, as the rays caused her blonde hair to grow longer, forming it into a thick ponytail. It was clear that she had already forgotten why she was in the chamber.

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Quite an old sequence that I've recently scanned and written a story for.