Haptic Seduction

 The room was dark, lit only by the glow of an ultra-thin holo-screen hovering inches above the glass desk. A soft hum filled the air, the barely audible sound of a cooling fan inside the neural-link helmet resting beside her. She hadn’t put it on yet—hadn’t even started the stream—but the chat was already flooding in, anticipation thick in the scrolling wall of comments.


She leaned back in her chair, stretching, and that was when her hair moved. Long. Heavy. Perfect. It slipped over her shoulder, down her back, catching the shifting light from the screen, strands flowing like liquid satin.


The comments reacted instantly.


**“No way that’s real.”**

**“Haptics ON. Let’s GO.”**

**“Someone clip that hair flip PLEASE.”**


She smirked, reaching up to gather the thick waves in one hand, twisting them lazily, teasing the weight of it. The ultra-sensitive camera captured every detail—the subtle shift of the strands, the way they clung and released, the way her fingers disappeared into the endless dark silk.


Then, slowly, deliberately, she let go.


The hair *collapsed*, sliding over her shoulders, down her chest, brushing against the soft, high-tech fabric of her loungewear. It was a sensation she knew too well—the weight, the warmth, the way it *moved*. But this time, she wasn’t the only one feeling it.


The chat went *feral*.


**“Bro I FELT that.”**

**“Tactile sub engaged. I can’t breathe.”**

**“Worth every credit.”**


She tilted her head, dragging her fingers through the strands, twisting them up into a loose bun—holding, holding—before letting it *spill* back down. The AI-enhanced lens tracked every movement, sending data to thousands of haptic-enabled subscribers who could *feel* the ghost of her hair trailing over their skin, the soft, feather-light sensation coded to perfection.


Another donation flashed across the screen.


**500 credits – “Again. Slower.”**


She chuckled, flipping her hair over one shoulder, letting it drape like a velvet curtain across her body.


*Technology had finally caught up to desire.*


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