The same story, but with the sex scenes cut out.
that's it. Otherwise identical to the original.
"Manufactured for sin" this story can be enjoyed with or without reading the first book. For those wanting an adventure without the sex part, look no f...
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A dimly lit room hummed with a strange energy. A pair of blue eyes opened, gazing into the nothing with a cool glow and a ring of purple to her pupils as they dilated and adjusted with an artificial manner. The lines of the mechanical internals almost lost in the glow, she lifted her fingers to her face to apply a streak of war paint. With a face illuminated by her own radioactive gaze, she finished the tribal markings indicating her alliance. Gizzy was ready.
"Sweetie? You done doing your makeup?" A cheerful voice asked. She flicked the light on, ruining the effect as she sighed and checked the mirror.
"I was waiting on you." The warrior woman replied, pinning her violet dreadlocks behind her pointed ear as Izleena entered the room. She raised eyebrows in annoyance, noticing Gizzy's war-marks.
"Really?" She asked. "Tribal makeup?" she added.
"You get onto me about not taking this serious. Every time I hear how I don't role play with commitment, and when I do, it's too much." Gizzy scoffed.
"It's a vacation; I just assumed you'd be more...comfortable." Izleena tiptoed.
"It's a vacation to spice up our love life. You married me knowing I was a damn warlord in ancient times, and we booked a time-travel vacation for ancient times. I still was a man back then, I never got to enjoy the cool outfits. I can't be nostalgic and tribally sexy?" Gizzy asked, sexily shaking her dreads.
"Okay fine, but as soon as we get to the resort, if nobody else is in cosplay, we tone it down." Izleena added, applying her gold hoop earrings and lip gloss.
"It's not cosplay. This was big in Eridani and troll culture back in the day. You don't know what that was like, You weren't born till 2,000 years ago. You younger gals missed the best war-paint stages in history." Gizzy insisted.
"I keep forgetting you were an adult when you finally embraced cloning and decided to change genders full time. You never had that goth-phase in high-school, did you?"
"Leena, I was old before they invented school, let alone makeup. I may be an elder in a younger body, but I've only been doing female makeup for a few years. Don't shit on my eye-shadow game before we go on a romantic getaway to rekindle the marriage. And I promise you're gonna love this, or we can get our money back. There's gonna be couples spas, roman orgy dens you can rent out for just couples and their Hive-clones, plenty of time-period costumes so you can cosplay like 3 different people at once. Music, food, luxurious technology disguised as old shit." Gizzy listed.
"I'm not taking any backup clones. Half my stress is overpiloting too many Izleenas. I'm taking a vacation from the other 7 me's as well. For this vacation, I'm just one Izleena."
"Well I'm taking one of each, this upgraded Gizzy and the old Greg body. I like the versatility for sex options and Greg is heartier for competitive couple's games."
