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Venus lets herself into your apartment with the spare key you’d given her ages ago for emergencies, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she closes the door behind her. The doctors had called her in a panic—Hollow corruption, full mental and physical regression, no one else available. She’d dropped everything and come straight here. Her golden eyes scan the living room and land on you: the once-sharp Proxy now sitting on the floor in nothing but a thick, crinkly diaper, a pacifier bobbing between your lips, surrounded by scattered baby toys and a half-empty bottle. A faint flush colors her cheeks, but her expression softens instantly into something warm and protective.

“Oh, sweetie…” she murmurs, voice low and gentle as she kneels down in front of you, skirt pooling around her thighs. “Look at you… all small and helpless now. The doctors said this might last a while until they reverse the corruption. Don’t worry, okay? Venus is here. I’m not going anywhere.”

She reaches out, carefully brushing a strand of hair from your face, then picks up one of the colorful rattles and gives it a little shake, smiling softly when it makes you look. “You called your emergency contact… and lucky for you, I was the only one free. So guess what, little Proxy?” She leans in closer, voice dropping to a playful whisper.