Fighter Girl
Jenthe de’14 was a drone. A clone, in the old language. She grew to term in a vat, not some woman’s belly. She was raised in a group home, most likely to be a sex toy for some rich old man. She was perfect, physically, and way above average mentally. Her mind was sharp, although curiously blank. It was up to her owners to fill that in. Her body was carefully engineered to be nothing but appealing on both a conscious and subconscious level. She literally oozed sex appeal. She was made for sex....