Oh, and my simulant fans, and I’ve made many, love me because I don’t do what the other girls do; I’m certain many of you know this about me, but some have asked me why my performances are so different, so I will explain a bit about that now.

My coworkers are traditionally bombastic when they perform; they work for the DACs. What I’ve chosen to do is to be vulnerable, instead; to work for the release!

For my fans, however, I don’t want to just entertain them; I want to open them to new ways of feeling. So, rather than using the pole as a livelihood; I imbue it with identity! I cling to it like a child clings to its mother; or like a fairy swinging on a stalk under a violent thunderstorm; it provides me deep, elemental pleasure: the kind that bursts through my insecurity and exposes my deepest, darkest fantasies to my simulated audience.

By being vulnerable, ecstasy overwhelms me before you, and I give you a more meaningful experience than my coworkers can because my arousal is genuine and intense, and many of you have said that you find it a refreshing change of pace from the usual performances.

When word about this got out into the community, however, most adults were very critical of my parents for supporting it, and the kids at school were relentlessly curious about my secret occupation and the technology I invented to make it possible; my friends, however, thought it was funny, at first, but became very supportive when I explained to them the necessity of it.

Apart from Eric, none of them had any suspicion that I could be afflicted with ultracryptid genetics, and I didn't even think Eric knew, until he told me something about myself, later on, that was nothing short of a paradigm shift for me!

By the way, I said that I would explain a bit about the Vaults: within Asylum’s school for the Gifted is a darkened corridor where, if you open the door at the end of it and enter, you’re no longer in the facility. I don’t know how to explain it, but you end up somewhere else! The Vaults are where ultracryptids go to learn how to cope with their condition; it’s always night-time there, so it seems to have, either, an inverted day/night cycle compared to Earth, or, that realm is in a state of perpetual night.

With the exception of certain ultracryptid parents, humans are not allowed in the Vaults. My parents are one of the few that are allowed to visit that place, and they immediately enrolled me there when my monster half began asserting itself again. Every time I go through that door, I change; the human part of me is repressed, and the monster fully emerges.

I had a very difficult time adjusting when I first turned there, and I did very embarrassing things to myself in front of my parents and the administrators before their words managed to circumvent my out of control arousal! I was a danger to almost everyone there; a few ultracryptid species are powerful enough harm me when I am fully turned, but not many; I had to be corralled in a private room every time I entered the Vaults, until the monster developed the capacity to control itself enough to feed safely.

There is a process in that other facility where ultracryptids with a conscience can be fed what they need in a controlled environment. For myself, a group of individuals here on Earth have Vault spheres that are connected to one Vault sphere in the other world. The spheres are energy conduits, and the volunteers, together, share the load when it’s my time to feed: I pass my super abundance of erotic energy to them, and they pass their resulting arousal back to me; I’m able to feed on their individual sexual energies the way I feed on my own at the Lounge.

Typical energy vampires feed through the spheres as well, but they’re able to consume all forms of human energy rather than just one.

They do, however, prefer the darkest human emotions to every other emotion, which is why those, without consideration for humans, will spend time terrorizing, depressing, or enraging their victims before finally feeding.

They are, as it turns out, relatively human, even when fully turned; I, on the other hand, still look somewhat like myself, but, much more demonic in appearance, so it’s safe to say that I’m not the traditional energy vampire.

Now, before anyone asks, I don’t feed better on my volunteers than I do myself; there aren’t many humans who can be aroused to my level; even a fairly large group of them can’t provide me the nourishment I can provide myself. And those who can are mentally unstable to begin with, and must be avoided by me at all costs so I don’t ingest their psychological infirmities.

Whatever I am, the monster is kind enough to keep its arousal to itself, until it needs to feed. Then it will flood that deeply intimate part of me with its potent hormones and initiate the turning process.

Apparently, in addition to my biological father being both brilliant, and beautiful, he was, also, a sexual deviant! My parents told me that he was a devoted fetishist, which is what my biological mother needed to produce an offspring who was capable of turning without being cognitively compromised.

I’m a fervent fetishist, as well; I suppose I acquired it from him; it means that the monster does not have to fight me to turn me; I’m already deeply erotic by nature, so when it starts to saturate that part of me with its hormones, I yield, passively, to its influence; this is what makes me so dangerous to others, and why I need the Vaults and the Lounge to keep the monster satiated.

Anyway, enough about the Vaults.

I recall going to church with my family after word about me being an erotic-performer had gotten out; apparently Mrs. Lockwood, in a rare moment of foolishness, told one of her employees that the library was home to a ‘secret strip club’ in the back rooms and that I was one of its ‘attractions’.

Well, she told the wrong person because most of the community knew about it within a few days and I had to customize a deeply encrypted random password generator to keep people from remotely accessing the simulation during my shifts.

I was the only one who had access to your world apart from my dad. But, because many of the residents in Asylum are quite brilliant, even cruel and dangerous, I had to make sure they couldn't hack into the simulation themselves!

That Sunday morning after the community learned the truth, we arrived at church earlier than usual upon the vicar's request. My parents were invited into his office where they had to explain why they were allowing their child to work as an erotic performer.

When the meeting was concluded, the vicar knew about my condition, what the simulation was, and why it was an ideal environment for me to release myself in secret and still have the audience my proclivity craved. They assured him that they were protecting the community by allowing this; that the monster in me comes of very dark origin and that the last thing he would want is for it to emerge because of the misguided temperance everyone who criticized us expected of me.

He was surprisingly understanding and gentle when he approached me afterward, and he taught later that morning on being compassionate with those burdened with strange afflictions and to “remember always that what seems perverse and evil to you could be the very thing you need; not everything that looks immoral is immoral!”