Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/112/en

The sound of tendons tightened and tuned and plucked echoed through her bones and up to her ears. With her black-wrapped fingers, she prodded her stomach, now enveloped in latex. Small spines ran up along her waist from hips to ribs, and by the second they were tightening. Her breaths had to come more shallowly. Her body had already incorporated a hookah into her anatomy; a corset was no surprising feat after that.