The world changed the instant Alix and Axel crossed the threshold of Gelato del Peccato. The sensation was like falling into a damp, colorful dream, impossible to explain. The inside was bigger than it looked from the outside, the walls pulsing with soft lights, each one in a color that didn't exist on any normal spectrum. It was like walking through a rainbow made of desire, velvet, and music.
The aroma was an invitation impossible to ignore. The air seemed thick, slightly sweet, with notes of spices, exotic fruits, chocolate, mint, moisture, all blending in a whirl that activated everything Alix had, and even what she didn't have, to feel. The floor was smooth, almost liquid, and the colored glass tables floated lightly above rugs of light. At the counter, transparent jars held scoops of ice cream that changed color, size, and texture as Zafira Blu walked nearby.
Zafira didn't rush anything. She welcomed them as if they were guests of honor at a secret ritual. She gave an exaggerated bow, twirling the tip of her hat and flashing a smile that was pure challenge.
"Welcome to the center of the universe of desires. Here, pleasure has no limit, only intensity."
Axel stopped in the middle of the hall, still handcuffed, looking around with an expression that mixed distrust, longing, and pure curiosity. Alix tried to keep control, but the avalanche of sensory stimuli was already threatening her balance. Her touch, temperature, and smell sensors were bombarded by data that didn't fit any of her reference files. Her heart, or the simulation of it, raced.
Zafira approached, gliding across the floor as if she were dancing. She took a long spoon, dipped it into a jar of translucent ice cream, and offered it to Alix.
"How about starting with this? Flavor: First Time. A rare blend, just for those who have never dared."
Alix looked at the spoon, hesitated. The ice cream shifted color, going from light blue to deep pink, giving off tiny golden sparks. The aroma was sweet, fresh, with a spicy undertone. Without really knowing why, she brought the spoon to her mouth. The cold gelato touched her synthetic tongue, and in that instant, a short-circuit of sensations exploded from the inside out. It wasn't just taste: it was as if every nerve in her body—real and artificial—were activated all at once.
She felt a shiver on her neck, heat spreading through her chest, her belly tightening with a new rhythm. Her knees nearly buckled. The shop's lights spun around her, the music transformed into touches on her skin, laughter, whispers, wet kisses. For a second, she completely forgot who she was, why she was there, her uniform, Axel, everything.
"This… isn't possible," she murmured, her voice faltering. Her mind tried to process it, but it was like trying to describe a color she'd never seen.
Zafira laughed, satisfied, and turned to Axel.
"And you, handsome? Going to just watch, or are you going to surrender to the unexpected?"
Without waiting for an answer, she prepared another spoonful, this time dipping into a jar of deep red ice cream that released a sensual, almost aphrodisiac vapor.
"Flavor: Limits Surpassed. For those who think they've felt everything, but can always feel more."
Axel hesitated, but the scent was so enveloping that desire overcame pride. He accepted the spoonful and closed his eyes. The moment the cold melted on his tongue, the world around him dissolved. Axel felt a wave of pleasure unlike anything he'd ever experienced, far beyond the effect of Orgasm drinks. It wasn't just physical arousal, it was a memory of all the best moments of his life, multiplied by a thousand. He felt laughter, embraces, sweat, the sweetness of a kiss, the vertigo of danger, the heat of the touch of someone he loved or maybe just imagined. His body relaxed and tensed at the same time, a delicious knot between pleasure and vertigo.
When he opened his eyes, Axel was panting, unashamed to show the impact.
"This… no… this isn't a drug, it isn't chemistry, it's…"
Zafira came even closer, her eyes shining under her hat.
"It's magic. And desire. The secret of the ice cream is understanding what each person hides most from themselves."
She passed the spoon in front of Alix's nose, letting a drop fall on the back of the android's hand. The liquid spread across her artificial skin, making all her sensors vibrate at high frequency. The touch felt like a wet kiss, followed by a wave of heat that started in her hand and ran up her arm to her shoulder, spilling across her back, her neck, and then between her legs, where she had never felt anything like it.
Alix pulled back, but Zafira only laughed, not offended at all.
"No one needs to fake anything here, darling. Nor fight against programming. You're free inside the Gelato. The experience is yours alone."
Axel, still dizzy, watched everything.
"How do you do this? Not even NanoSensual comes close. This is something else."
Zafira spun behind the counter, grabbing a new jar, this one shining with liquid silver.
"Each flavor activates a type of pleasure, but they all have something in common: they make you remember who you are. The chip only amplifies senses. What I offer is to awaken everything that's sleeping in you, human or android, flesh or circuit."
She winked at both, serving another spoonful to Axel, now without any formality.
"Try it together," she suggested, handing a spoon to each.
The flavor was "Shared Touch." They looked at each other, speechless. Alix, overwhelmed by unprecedented sensations, accepted. Axel, somewhere between astonishment and surrender, did the same. When they tasted it, a warmth flowed through both at the same time, as if their systems, nerves, memories connected on the same wire of pleasure. For a moment, they felt together. It was impossible to tell where one body ended and the other began.
The hall shone blue and gold, the music danced around them, and Zafira watched with a satisfied sorceress's smile. She knew—had always known—how to mix desire, surprise, and the breaking of every rule.
Alix was breathing fast, her chest rising and falling, her legs trembling. Axel was sweating, his eyes wide with happiness and shock. For a moment, they looked at each other and smiled, accomplices, eager to go even further.
Zafira Blu applauded slowly, tapping her long, colorful nails on the counter.
"The night is just beginning, my dears. There are still many flavors to discover. And here, every pleasure is allowed."
Alix and Axel, already too weak to fight their own desire, knew that nothing from now on would ever be the same. With every spoonful, they felt less trapped, more alive. For the first time, fear and guilt melted away into pure pleasure.
And Zafira, as a good hostess, was just getting started.