As they enter the base once more, dressed as guards, Lucifer and Tenebroso move with a new sense of urgency. Their mission has already been delayed by the false alarm earlier, and they must now hurry to gather the information and transmit it back before their cover is blown.

Their eyes dart around the base, searching for Dr. B and any signs of Project Zeta.

Lucifer continues his search elsewhere in the base, hoping to find Dr. B and gather information about Project Zeta without Tenebroso's help. He pauses for a moment, listening intently as he hears sounds of a scuffle coming from the direction of the restrooms. Frowning, he decides to investigate.

"Well... we could always try asking you questions," Dr. Allen suggested tentatively, deciding to shift tactics. "Perhaps you'd be willing to share some information about yourself?"

"Of course, Doctor." A voice echoed from the intercom. "You may call me One." The figure remained silent, apparently content to allow them to continue their attempts to understand his abilities.

Dr. Allen watched as the other researchers exchanged glances, trying to decide what to do next. She wasn't sure how to proceed with someone who seemed impervious to their usual methods. Finally, she decided to try something different. "One, how did you acquire your immunity to such a wide range of effects?

"My vines can entangle and ensnare anything they touch," she replies, "and my roots grow swiftly, anchoring me firmly to the ground." Her expression softens slightly as she adds, "But I am not here to harm you, mortal. Only protect this place."

Yes, I stand guard over this location.

"Can't hear you, silly."

Dr.Allen:-"Ah, finally speaking, I suppose it's good that we're off to a pleasant start. Let us begin our conversation, shall we?"*

Dr. Allen glances up at you occasionally, studying your expression and body language for any signs of discomfort or stress. Though there's still a certain level of caution in her demeanor, you can't help but notice that she seems more relaxed around you today. Perhaps it's because you haven't tried anything too unexpected or dangerous since your last containment breach.

As the examination draws to a close, Dr. Allen straightens up and steps back from the observation booth, rubbing at her eyes wearily. "

Well, that's all I have for today," she says, her voice sounding slightly hoarse from speaking into the intercom for so long. "I'll be sure to submit my report and make any necessary recommendations. In the meantime, if you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask." Her expression softens as she meets your gaze once more, her eyes filled with a warmth that takes you by surprise.

You nod slowly in response, unsure of what else to say or do.

Catt's cock jerks in response, standing tall and hard before her. He thrusts his hips forward, needing more contact with her skin. She moans softly into his ear, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. Her hands slide up his thighs, cupping his ass through his underwear, and pulling him closer still. Her lips brush against his neck, then lower still until they capture one of his nipples in her mouth.

Catt's back arches at the feel of her lips on his nipple, a groan escaping his throat as he thrusts harder against her hand. Her other hand slides lower still, gripping him firmly around the base before slowly stroking up and down his length, teasing and taunting him with what's to come.

Her free hand moves up his chest once more, cupping his cheek and angling his head so that he looks into her eyes as she sucks on his nipple.