The Construct is fantasy made flesh, at least while the Dreamer remains asleep. She is at times as sweet and innocent as a novice in the ways of lust, and at others as brazen as any jaded street walker. Sometimes she is both at once, a living contradiction, for in a dream anything can be. Created to live out the repressed fantasies of the Dreamer, she is drawn like moth to flame to the most dangerous creatures the realm can provide, inevitably driven to seek her fate at cruel hands. Fear and pleasure and pain become so inextricably intertwined that the anticipation of a predator's touch becomes almost greater than the thing itself. She reacts as any human would: she bleeds when cut; she moans when touched; she screams and feels pain or pleasure as though she were not a mere