The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 9, Babs & Tiffany & Robyn Sign Steph: Vagcam Excess, also Tiffany, Day 1, Section 3, Babs Lets Robyn: Sign & Cam Steph’s Titter & Vagflash ¶ Robyn breezes into the Kitchen…with the Back Door Cam trailing her inside. She stops short and appraises Steph’s situation. “What do you know. Another opportunity for the former Cosmos Monitor to broadcast vagflash to the Prefecture!” ¶ Steph extends her disgust past Babs and toward Robyn. “Hello, Robyn Redacted,” she greets. “Nice buttonhole.” ¶ The Cam avoids Babs and zeros in on Steph’s open sashay. ¶ Robyn directs a highfalutin’ attitude toward Babs. “Turn on the Screen so this skeeze can watch herself!” ¶ Babs slowly closes then opens her eyes, takes a step back, and snaps her fingers. Steph’s graven image from the Cam appears on the Kitchen Screen. ¶ “Look at you!” Robyn taunts. “You can admire your upskirted sex cavity on your own feed. Nice.” ¶ Constant humiliation. Everyone at the Nugget can watch, too. Live audition. ¶ Babs watches. But if part of her considers intervention, part of her considers intervention unnecessary. ¶ Steph’s legs are already akimbo. “Arms surrender,” Robyn orders, and Steph folds her hands behind her head, sitting legs apart surrender. On Cam. ¶ “Admire yourself on the Screen, you skuddy squim slot,” Robyn rants. And cackles with laugher. ¶ Steph’s eyes roam past a Babs who seems oblivious and come to rest upon the Screen and her own head-and-shoulders, hands-behind-her-head image. The minidress she wears today might have a high collar and small armholes, but it is sleeveless. Headlights, but no titter. Steph squares and cups her armpits, firms her stern on the chair, and makes sure her spread feet are toe-and-heels touching the ground. She simmers. ¶ Robyn curries Babs’ favor. “Did Monitor Babs teach you this Sign?” Robyn asks. She points a hand toward Steph and wiggles two fingers as she holds them in a wide V. ¶ Steph understands the Sign. So does Babs, even if Robyn might not. Steph’s mind races. {But the question is not an interpretation of the Sign; it is one of command and control. Like yesterday, when Robyn signed my legs open on the Library steps.} Steph hesitates. ¶ Boss Babe answers the unspoken objection, commanding, “Obey Robyn’s Hand Signs!” ¶ Steph obeys the twitching fingers and opens her legs wide. Robyn’s wiggling, stretched fingers command them wider still. The minidress rides past the top of Steph’s thighs until Steph’s legs can’t spread any wider. {This isn’t open halfway, like yesterday; this is full spread. I might be inside, but this Cam takes my image to Screens inside and out.} Steph looks at Robyn and shoots daggers with her eyes. {I will get you for this. I swear.} ¶ Robyn laughs and points at Steph’s spread slash. “You might have worn panties last Term, but you wear panties no more. You might have crossed your legs when you were a Monitor, but now, Pledge, you keep your legs spread.” ¶ Steph quivers with anger. {You betrayed me. You’re the reason I’m here.} ¶ “Look at yourself in the Screen,” Robyn orders. “Don’t take your eyes off yourself! What you see is what you are, you skeezy shag skank.” ¶ Steph seethes, but she yields to the power of Babs and the Cam’s presence. She affixes her eyes to the Screen. Robyn touches the hovering Cam and issues controls, and Steph watches the image canvas her own face, armpits, what appear to be headlights, a navel in cutout, and her exposed lady parts. Nothing covers Steph, from her thinnish, natural blonde scruff to her legs, bare feet, and painted toenails. ¶ Steph watches the Cam return to canvas the insides of her opened thighs, study her single line slit, and observe her clit trying to sneak out. ¶ Robyn taunts, “Tell the Prefecture what you call your stamen there.” ¶ Steph grimaces and tries to connect to Babs, talking to her although the Cam watching her, “Ma’am, that’s my strophoid, Ma’am.” Then, harder: “Ma’am, I’m a very curvy Cosmos. And if you’d like me to trade costumes with Robyn I will. Ma’am.” ¶ Robyn steps back—Gamers can see the jerk in the feed—but the Cam twists and turns as Robyn insults, “Be nice to me, Steph Sorostitute, and I’ll keep your snizz and shrubbery in focus! Gamers don’t want to miss out once your inner lips start leaking satchel slop!” Robyn laughs. “Maybe if you fingerball your strophoid you can stir up some splurt in your snizzaroo, you Stripper wannabe!” ¶ Steph opens her mouth to speak, and Babs retakes control. “Pay attention to Robyn, and from now on always follow her Hand Signs.” ¶ Steph grits her teeth, but before she can bite, Babs squeezes harder. “It’s important you master how to take directions instead of giving them… especially for where you are headed.” ¶ Steph opens her mouth to retort but closes it. {I’ve played the Game before, and I know when to hold,} Steph grits to herself. {Still, it is} I {spreading shrubbery, and not my former sidekick, Robyn