In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

He tossed her the suit from the floor.
She looked around. "Got a hanger? This outfit's worth two
grand, I'd like it to last."
"Get real, girl, the suit's worth ten times that, and its doing just
fine on the floor, okay?"
Ula methodically took off her layers and folded them into a
neat stack, then looking around for a place to put them, just put them
on the floor in the corner. She dabbed a glob of lube between her legs
and slithered into the hotsuit, careful not to kink the wires or
disconnect any of the sensors.
"Hey, can you help me with headgear? And check these wires,
before you plug 'em into my head, I'm uninsulated now. Don't step on
my clothes, please."
He stomped over and jerked her suit around and checked the
connections, then gave her a little spank on the butt. She ignored this
and adjusted the hood and the goggles and slipped on the gloves.
The mocap room was taped into a three dimensional grid
pattern, Dayglo yellow on black, switching to red along the edges, and
there were scuff marks up the wall from Jujitsu game sequences. A
Plexiglas wall taped with the same grid pattern separated the
"performance stage," including the "bed" platform from the control
center, where the blinking modules and chunky CRT monitors were
crammed together on a row of wooden sawhorse tables that lined the
wall.
Ng checked the crackling microphones, and Ula did a few
stretches and practiced some moves on the grid.
"Okay, now, we're gonna try something new, really edgy, are
you with me? Oh, and you gotta be real careful with that left leg, the
one you say you got arthritis in or somethin'. Christ how old are you,
anyway?
"It'll fuck up the whole thing. Remember, you can't fix an
animation, it's like improv. It's gotta be perfect right off the bat. And
you gotta work on that muscle memory, every take's gotta be exact so
the sequences can fit together. Ever take mime? Lotta dancers do, helps
with that."
"Mime, hmm? Nope, but I know who could teach me."
"Well, think about it. And remember to count this time, god
dammit! Ready?" He went into the booth and checked that all systems
were running.
She stood in the middle of the room with her goggles up and
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