Months have passed, and the ravers continue their dances. Girls and bois have come and gone. Some grow tired and go back out to gamble some before they eventually tell all their friends about they absolute most wonderful time they've ever been unable to recall the details of. While others spend a dual life teetering between their obligations by day, and their programmed obsession by night. Then there are girls like Rebecca. We gave earnest attempts to remove the visor from her once the music was done. Yet the utterly devoted raver girl never stopped moving, never stopped dancing. She was a slave to the visor, simplified to a caricature, without a shred of any other aspect of personality. She was the Rave. So we decided to let her embrace it, and she now runs as the Queen of the Dance, The Pulsemistress if you will. She'll dance, day in and day out. And when the hours are over, she will kneel in the back room, dreaming of lights and obedience. Her hunger for the music, for the pulse is forever insatiable. Nothing satisfies her more than the sight of a newcomer coming to understand the intimacy of the beat. To gaze into their eyes and watch their spirit be hollowed out and replaced by the unceasing urge of Rebecca's rave craving. So sway your hips. Bob your head. Dance. Dance. Dance, and don't stop until the sun comes up.
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 NX-42 expressed that he thought Rebecca would look a lot better with the purples we gave nicole, and decided to throw in a final piece of a much more integrated rebecca. Looks like she's become a much more integral part of the rave. don't you think?

PART FIVE OF FIVE

Art by  NX-42
Rebecca is owned by immelmann