That week passed quickly. You spent most of your time cooped up in your one bedroom suite frantically trying to write up essays, while keeping your social life balanced. It was a good thing that the student bar was a stone throw away from the residence hall. However, while you tried to engross yourself in the various activities, your mind kept going back to the website. It did help that one night, you discovered that the site had went dead.
''Hiya love, there's a package for you.'', Debbie called out as you passed the reception area.
''Huh? What?'', you stopped in your track and walked to her. She disappeared for a moment into the room behind and emerged with what it seemed a sizable box. She was quite aged and you by instinct took the weight off her.
''Thanks, you're a gentleman.'', Debbie smiled. You just smiled nervously, she was in her 50s or 60s with short whitish hair.
''Thanks Debbie.'', you turned away, walking to the lift, you pressed the button with your elbow. On the third try, the button light up.
***
''Holy shit....'', you muttered as you picked out what might've looked like five neatly folded human skins. Carefully, you laid them on your bed, where a minute later, what looked like a skin of a young female joined the pile. Rummaging through the bubble wrap, you fished out what looked like zips - two of them in fact - only aside from the actual metallic part, they were surrounded by elastic transparent strips. They too, joined the pile as did what looked like two cheaply made headphones. You also found something that looked like a small remote control and a user's manual. You knew you would need that manual soon enough.
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