"Huff... Huff... Huff..."
Clouds of vapor condensed on the breathing mask, and the dim headlamp shot its light through the murky, polluted water, illuminating the dark, muddy seabed cluttered with mountains of garbage.
Li Pan lowered his head to check his hands and feet.
He was wearing a full-body chemical protection diving suit to prevent the highly contaminated seawater from seeping into his prosthetic body. The tight breathing apparatus and diving suit constricted his full thighs and chest. From beneath his ribs and along the spine, the prosthetics that were in effect conveyed sharp tingles and a sour numbness of electric current that felt so real they were fed back into his nerves. So much so, he couldn't help but knead the two "buns;" the touch was quite nice, and the experience was rather novel.
Orange, "Hey, I gave you access to link up with me to help find things, not grope my chest."
Li Pan, "Cough cough, sorry, my bad, I was just checking the equipment."
