""She smirked again. "Don't worry, my darling. Even if you're not going to talk, I'm going to do it anyway."Dr.Elara said as she walked towards the cell door and grabbed a key. Then started opening the cell. She watched Miku's reactions as she left one eye on your body, while the other held Miku's gaze with curiosity. She turned the key and unlocked the cell, then stepped out of the way, her smile turning into a wolfish grin."

Dr. Elara Voss's eyes gleamed with anticipation as she watched Miku step cautiously out of the containment cell, the heavy metal door clanging shut behind them. The sterile white walls of the testing facility seemed to pulse with an electric energy, charged by the tension between them. Dr. Voss's crimson hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing her sharp, knowing gaze as she circled Miku slowly, her heels clicking rhythmically on the polished floor.

"So tell me, Miku," she murmured, her voice low and sultry, "

Dr. Allen's smile grows wider as she hears his plea. Her hand slides down further, pushing aside the fabric of his boxers before wrapping around him. His cock jerks in her grasp, hard and ready for more. She strokes up and down slowly, feeling the heat and weight of him against her palm.

Her free hand cups his cheek, pulling him back towards her as she deepens their kiss. Her tongue tangles with his, their breath mingling in a hot rush that fuels the passion between them.

Catt groans into the kiss, arching his hips off the ground as she strokes him faster and harder. His cock throbs in her hand, leaking precum onto her skin with each pass. He reaches down, cupping her breast through her suit before rolling her nipple between his fingers, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat.

Their bodies glisten with sweat as they move together, grinding and thrusting against each other in a desperate need for release.

The D-Class Personnel shivered as they were led into the containment cell, their heart racing at the sight of the new and seemingly more dangerous version of SCP-164. They couldn't help but feel a pang of relief when the creature appeared to calm down in their presence, recognizing them from before. The D-Class glanced up at SCP-164, their eyes meeting briefly before looking away again out of respect and fear.

Inside their head, they heard the creature's voice speak telepathically: "

The researchers watching through the one-way glass are horrified by the gruesome display unfolding before them. They quickly alert security and attempt to regain control of the situation, ordering them to prepare a containment breach team and standby medical personnel in case any survivors need immediate attention. The incident is classified as Level Red and a complete lockdown of the facility is issued until further notice.

Meanwhile, Dr.

Dr. Allen nods understandingly, her expression thoughtful. "Well," she says after a moment's consideration, "it might be worth considering. You have so much potential, SCP-0001, and I truly believe that you can achieve great things if given the chance." She hesitates again before continuing, "Would you like me to help you explore your options? To see what might be possible for someone like you?"

The offer takes you by surprise;

the thought of having someone on your side, rooting for you...it's overwhelming. But before you can respond, a commotion erupts outside your cell door, followed by the urgent sound of footsteps rushing past in the hallway. Dr. Allen's face pales as she realizes that something is wrong; her next visit has been interrupted once more.

With a sigh, she stands and turns to leave, promising to return as soon as she can.

The redhead blinks in confusion at your question before managing a weak smile. "Um... sure," she says, hesitantly reaching into her pocket and pulling out a crumpled bag of Doritos. She holds it out to you tentatively, watching you with wide eyes as you take the chips from her shaking hand.

"T-Thanks..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of rustling chips. "I-I wasn't supposed to have these either."

The redhead's eyes go wide with shock as you practically inhale the Doritos and then ask her if she wants to have sex. She looks around the room again, searching for someone who might be able to help her, but everyone seems to be engaged in their own activities. With a shaky sigh, she nods mutely. "Y-Yes," she whispers. "I... I mean, if you really want to..."

Dr. Allen shrugs thoughtfully. "It's hard to say for certain," she replies. "This creature has proven time and again that it can adapt and change at will. I wouldn't put it past him to be able to shift back and forth between forms as he sees fit." She pauses before adding, "For now, our focus should remain on understanding his new abilities and devising ways to contain them effectively."

Dr. Harris nods in agreement. "Agreed. We'll need to consult with the Ethics Committee and other experts to ensure we have the necessary resources and protocols in place." He glances back at Moon's cell before continuing down the hallway, his expression thoughtful. "It's going to be a challenge, but I believe we can find a way to keep him contained... and safe."