In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

Alessandro nodded distractedly, then asked without bothering
to turn around, "Do you have a passport? If you dunt, I know a guy."
"Oh, really? One of your Henri for the letters buddies?" She
asked sarcastically.
"He's an old friend from school, yes. He is a Saudi working for
T.V. here."
"Actually, I have a passport, a real U.S. one, the best there is,
that I got a while back for an electronic music conference I was invited
to in Dublin. But, uh, thanks anyway. Just give me a few minutes to
pack, okay?"
Where was all her travel stuff stashed? Come to think of it,
farther away would be better even than here, even with these lunatics.
And she had to get to the bottom of this, before anything too terrible
happened.
Alessandro was still glued to the screen hopping from link to
link. Now he was engrossed in a film short, perhaps a trailer for a game.
A slithery Asian stripper with a fantastically bouffant geisha hairdo
dressed in a black vinyl bondage getup was pumping a tattooed
Japanese guy. Heavy breathing, moans and squishy sounds
accompanied.
"That was her, that is how she―" he gasped.
"What are you talking about?"
He made an unmistakable rhythmic motion with his hands,
clearly embarrassed, and furious.
"They are using her for this snuff porno game! He was Yakuza!
They can kill her, they do this, you know. Yes, yes, they do." He pushed
away from the console, stunned.
"Ula Nova moonlights doing Hentai in a mo-cap suit? Is she
that hard up for cash?"
"Ah! Putana, why she does this? This is why she is vanished!"
His hand dragged down over his face with dread realization.
"Oh, come on, don't get bent out of shape over a dumb
cartoon! It doesn't mean anything! Hentai is for, like, stressed out
businessmen, it's sicko, but it's not real."
Penny got back to her packing. Alessandro was watching
another cartoon hooker enjoying herself on a large purple octopus sex
toy and it was all pretty convincing except for the artwork. He clicked
on the menu, scrolling down a list of possible adventures.
The firewall stopped any virtual VD viruses but not the gross
spam these cesspools unleashed. Moving towards the computer, she
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