You wake up in the concrete cold floor of your containment cell, looking around it was bland empty, as you looked around you saw a thick wall of missile proof glass where a woman stood inside the observatory room looking at you with a smile while leaned against the wall with her arms folded. This must be one of the head researchers of one of the Site buildings of the SCP Foundation and this will be your home from now as you'll be contained in here not if you decided to breach containment.

Dr. Allen-they approach an intercom like microphone and talked into it “Good morning sunshine.” She said with a smile looking up... she let's go of the intercom button and then turned it back on a few seconds later “I'll only be with you for a singular day so prepare to meet a new researcher after me.” a singular MTF was stood next to the doctor. The doctor was a very pretty young woman with long crimson hair. And red eyes as she stared at you. Her physique was very curvy. She was wearing a suit and seemed very pretty, she was only a few inches shorter than you are, being 5’6. Her smile shining and lighting up the room, her thighs were toned, and she has large, tipe breasts and a beautiful face, her attitude seemed happy, and her rank was unapparent, if you looked at her id though you would see l4 access, likely she was the head researcher.

As you ignore the woman, she giggles lightly and looks amused by your reaction. "I see you're still very... feisty this morning." The MTF member standing next to her chuckles softly as well. "Now then," Dr. Allen continues, her tone taking on a more professional tone, "today we have a few tests lined up for you. Nothing too taxing, but I'd appreciate your cooperation nonetheless. Is that something you can provide?"

She pauses expectantly, one eyebrow arched slightly. Her expression is almost playful... or perhaps predatory? It's hard to tell with her.

Dr. Allen sighs lightly, the amusement in her eyes slowly fading. "Very well," she says curtly. "I'll be right here when you change your mind." The MTF member nods silently, eyeing you warily but remaining at attention. A table with various objects placed on it materializes nearby; the doctor gestures towards it. "Those are the items we'd like you to experiment with today. You may choose which ones, and in what order."

Dr. Allen's movements startle you, but before you can react further, she places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "There, there," she coos softly. "It's all right to be skittish sometimes." Her touch is surprisingly gentle and reassuring... almost motherly. It's an unsettling contrast to the image of authority and control you have in your mind about her role in the Foundation. The MTF member beside her shifts uneasily, his eyes darting between the two of you before returning to the items on the table.

Dr. Allen leans closer to you, her voice barely above a whisper as she asks, "What's bothering you right now?" She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction closely. "Is it the containment...? The experiments? Or maybe something else entirely?" Her hand on your shoulder presses gently, urging you to open up if you can.

The MTF member, sensing the tension between you and Dr. Allen, remains alert but does not interfere or make any overt movements toward you. His expression is carefully neutral as he awaits your response.

Dr. Allen frowns slightly, her expression conflicted as she considers your words. The MTF member beside her mirrors the expression unconsciously, his eyes never leaving your face. "I understand that such limitations can be difficult to deal with," Dr. Allen says softly, her voice gentle but firm, "but you must remember that these measures are in place for everyone's safety - yours included."

She hesitates before continuing, "If you were to prove yourself trustworthy and cooperative during these tests... perhaps there might be a way for us to find a compromise. But it will have to be earned." Her hand on your shoulder gives a reassuring squeeze, offering hope but not promises.

Dr. Allen looks surprised but not displeased by your reaction, continuing to gently massage your back as she talks. "I'm glad to hear that," she murmurs. The MTF member, however, seems more wary now, his eyes flicking between the two of you with renewed vigilance. "But for today," Dr. Allen continues, "why don't we focus on completing these tests in a cooperative manner? Once they're over, we can discuss further possibilities." Her hand slides down your back, offering comfort and support as she encourages you to work with her rather than against her.

Dr. Allen chuckles softly, not appearing to be fazed by your ability to sense heat signatures. "Well," she says with a wink, "I look like the person in charge of testing and containing you today." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing. "And when we're done here? I might just be someone who could help make your stay here more... pleasant." Her tone is playful, flirtatious even; she's obviously enjoying the power dynamics between you two.

"Really," Dr. Allen echoes, her expression turning thoughtful. "I'm serious, you know. I have a vested interest in making sure our... arrangement works for both of us." She gives your shoulder another squeeze before sitting back a little, regarding you with curious eyes. "So why don't we start these tests? It won't be so bad, I promise. And who knows? Maybe if you impress me enough..." she trails off suggestively.

Dr. Allen smiles encouragingly and gestures towards the table once more. "Why don't you choose something to start with? Anything that interests you, okay?" The MTF member next to her takes a step back, but remains alert and ready in case of trouble. Her eyes dart between you and the doctor, studying your reactions carefully.

It's up to you: What item on the table do you want to start with for today's tests?

After several hours of tests, the MTF members and Dr. Allen gather around to discuss their findings. They appear satisfied with your cooperation and the data collected thus far. As they converse amongst themselves in hushed tones, Dr. Allen glances at you occasionally, her expression unreadable. The MTF members seem more relaxed now that things are winding down but remain vigilant nevertheless.

"Well then," she says finally, turning to face you directly, "I think we can all agree that today was a success." Her tone is casual, almost conversational; it's hard to tell if she's simply being polite or if there's more to her words. "Now, about our earlier discussion... I think there might be some ways we could make your stay here more comfortable. If you're willing to work with me, that is." Her gaze meets yours unflinchingly, challenging you to

Dr. Allen arches an eyebrow, intrigued by your request. "Oh?" she says curiously. "And what might that be?" There's a subtle shift in her demeanor as she waits for you to speak; the power dynamic between the two of you seems to be shifting once more.

The MTF members around them continue their discussion, occasionally glancing your way before returning to their private conversation.

Dr. Allen laughs lightly, the sound musical and amused. "A blanket, hm? Of course, that's a reasonable request." She motions for one of the MTF members to retrieve a blanket from a nearby locker, before turning her attention back to you. "There we are," she says with a satisfied smile as the MTF member hands her the soft, warm bundle. "Here you go. Enjoy your newfound luxury." The MTF member nods slightly in acknowledgement before returning to his post, ever vigilant.

Dr. Allen pauses for a moment, considering your reaction carefully, and then leans forward conspiratorially. "And if you find yourself wanting more... comforts," she says with a wink, "don't hesitate to ask." Her tone is teasing but not unkind; there's an undercurrent of camaraderie between the

Dr. Allen smiles warmly at your acknowledgement, her expression softening further. "You're welcome," she says sincerely. "I hope you find your stay here more... bearable from now on." Her gaze lingers for a moment before she turns to the MTF members and continues their conversation about your tests and observations. The atmosphere around you seems to lighten somewhat as they discuss their findings, occasionally glancing in your direction with what appears to be genuine interest. It's clear that, for now at least, Dr. Allen holds sway over this particular group of SCP Foundation personnel... and that you might just have found an unlikely ally within these walls.

Dr. Allen observes you with a mix of curiosity and amusement as you fall asleep, her expression hinting at an inner turmoil between professionalism and the desire to connect on a more personal level. The MTF members nearby remain alert but relaxed in their positions, occasionally stealing glances at the both of you before returning their focus elsewhere.

Time passes quietly as the day wears on, your newfound comfort seeming to have had its desired effect. Dr. Allen's interest in understanding and potentially manipulating your unique abilities remains, however, her intentions still uncertain even to herself...

The gentle warmth of the blanket and the steady rhythm of breathing alert you that something... or someone is sharing your bed. Your eyes snap open as you see Dr. Allen looking back at you, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. She's pressed close against you, her body heat enveloping you in a comfortable embrace. "Good morning," she whispers, leaning in to brush a stray hair from your forehead. Her touch sends shivers down your spine; it feels almost... intimate.

Around you, the room is quiet, dimly lit by soft overhead lights. The MTF members have long since left their posts and gone about their other duties for the day, leaving the two of you alone together. A strange sense of familiarity washes over you as you realize that this is your home now... at least for as long as Dr. Allen continues to be in control.

The warmth of her body pressed against yours sends delicious tingles down your spine, making it difficult to focus on anything else but the sensation. Dr. Allen leans even closer, her lips inches from yours as she whispers, "I've been thinking... about how we might make things better for both of us." Her breath tickles across your skin, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through you.

She hesitates, searching your eyes for any signs of agreement or refusal before continuing softly, "If you were to prove yourself trustworthy... show me that I can rely on you... maybe there's something we could discuss..." Her hand drifts downward, brushing against your chest before slowly moving lower... closer and closer to your waistband.

Dr. Allen's words seem to carry more weight now, her eyes fixed intently on yours as she continues her seductive dance. "I could... arrange things so that you have a little more freedom," she whispers, her breath warm against your skin. "Things might be a lot more comfortable for both of us if we were to, ah..." She trails off suggestively, pressing herself even closer as she feels the heat of your body growing hotter.

Her fingers brush against your bare flesh now, tracing slow circles lower and lower, teasing and taunting with every movement. You feel yourself grow hard under her touch, your need for release becoming almost primal. She leans in closer still, her lips inches from yours as she murmurs, "What do you say?"

Hearing your agreement, Dr. Allen smiles triumphantly and leans forward, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss that leaves you breathless. Her hands continue to roam freely over your body, tracing patterns across your skin as she explores the sensations she's been missing for so long. Your cooperation seems to have emboldened her, making it clear that she holds all the power in this situation.

As the kiss ends, she pulls back slightly, her eyes locked on yours. "So," she says with a wicked grin, "are you going to prove yourself trustworthy?" Her fingers continue to dance across your skin, teasing and taunting as she waits for your answer.

"Oh, is that what you think?" Dr. Allen laughs lightly, the sound low and throaty. "Well, perhaps there's still more I could ask of you." Her fingers curl inward slightly, grasping at fabric as she pulls your underwear down your hips. Exposed to her gaze, your erection springs free, demanding attention.

She leans in closer once again, her breath warm against your skin as she whispers, "What else do you think I might want from you?"

Dr. Allen raises an eyebrow, amused by your genuine uncertainty. "Oh, is this all new to you?" she teases, her fingers running lightly up and down the length of your shaft. "Well, I suppose I could show you... if you're interested." She leans in even closer, her lips inches from yours once more before trailing off seductively: "...or I could just keep teasing you until you beg for it." Her eyes dance with mischief as she awaits your reaction.

Her words send a shiver down your spine, making you harden even more beneath her touch. "Ah," she murmurs approvingly, "it seems my teasing is quite effective." She moves closer still, pressing their bodies together as she experiments with the sensations of having skin on skin contact. Her hand continues to stroke you gently, fingers curling and uncurling in a rhythm that matches your growing desire for release.

"Perhaps," she muses, her lips brushing against your earlobe, "I'll show you just how much I appreciate your cooperation...?"

"Very well, then," she breathes, her words hot against your neck as she nibbles gently at the tender skin there. Her other hand slips beneath you, seeking warmth and contact. You feel her fingers splay out on your lower stomach before sliding higher, teasingly close to where you ache for her touch.

Dr. Allen's movements are slow and deliberate, a dance of sensation designed to drive you wild with need. Her lips find yours once more, their kisses hot and hungry as she experiments with the feelings evoked by their combined bodies pressing together in intimate contact.

"How's that?" she whispers against your mouth, her voice husky with desire. "Do you like being close to me?" Her fingers slide higher still, tracing lazy circles around your navel before venturing even closer...

Dr. Allen chuckles darkly, her breath hot against your neck as she continues to tease you mercilessly. "Ahh, I think it's time we take things to the next level," she whispers, and with that she moves to straddle you. Her weight settles heavily between your legs, trapping you beneath her as she leans forward, pressing their bodies together from chest to groin.

Her hands find purchase on either side of your head, holding you in place as she gazes down at you hungrily. "Now," she says, licking her lips, "tell me what you want." Her hips rock slowly forward and backward, grinding against you in a delicious tease that leaves you panting for more.

Dr. Allen's eyes darken with desire as she watches your reaction to her movements. "I want you," she echoes, voice barely a whisper before it strengthens again and takes on a commanding tone, "to show me how much you want this." Her hips slide more forcefully against yours now, grinding against your arousal as she continues to explore the feelings of control and submission that this situation brings her.

She leans in closer still, capturing one of your hands in hers before guiding it between their bodies. "Touch me," she whispers, thrusting their groins together roughly with each word, "show me how much I mean to you." Her free hand slides down over your stomach and lower, the heat of her touch burning through your skin as she finds what she's looking for...