Kalas
Izurich
hawkmoth
MegaraFoxfire
"Oh, I'm definitely up for spend some "quality" time with you. I hear there are nude beaches there where the views are stunning. Of course, with you there I have no doubt of that they will be. As soon as the mission's over and we're free, I'll go make a withdrawal from one of my hidden accounts and buy us a cabin on a cruise liner heading there." @TheUnknowable
Clever man. Marga thought, grinning as she slowly drew her tongue over her pink lips and let her eyes rove over Farvis' body in a very obvious manner. "Oh Farvis, you always did know how to show a girl a good time."
A small 'click' caused her to break the eye contact she was having with the man. Marga's grin turned into a smug smirk as the handcuffs fell away from her hands. She rubbed her wrists, which were slightly sore from having spent the last few hours confined in the constraints. Marga stood up and clipped the handcuffs onto her belt, lifting up her top garment a little to do so and exposing her creamy skin. She was going to keep those handcuffs, they were rather good quality.
"I'm taking these with me. You never know, they might come in handy later." And with a wink sent in Farvis' direction, she sauntered over to the intercom - and if she let her hips sway a little bit from side to side seductively, well, that was her business.
"Oi Navy Boy," Marga knew she wasn't getting out of this one so had dropped all niceties towards the pilot. "You failed to mention when you were picking us up again at the end of this delightful little adventure."
'If you are picking us up again' wasn't added at the end, but Marga couldn't help but wonder.
Clever man. Marga thought, grinning as she slowly drew her tongue over her pink lips and let her eyes rove over Farvis' body in a very obvious manner. "Oh Farvis, you always did know how to show a girl a good time."
A small 'click' caused her to break the eye contact she was having with the man. Marga's grin turned into a smug smirk as the handcuffs fell away from her hands. She rubbed her wrists, which were slightly sore from having spent the last few hours confined in the constraints. Marga stood up and clipped the handcuffs onto her belt, lifting up her top garment a little to do so and exposing her creamy skin. She was going to keep those handcuffs, they were rather good quality.
"I'm taking these with me. You never know, they might come in handy later." And with a wink sent in Farvis' direction, she sauntered over to the intercom - and if she let her hips sway a little bit from side to side seductively, well, that was her business.
"Oi Navy Boy," Marga knew she wasn't getting out of this one so had dropped all niceties towards the pilot. "You failed to mention when you were picking us up again at the end of this delightful little adventure."
'If you are picking us up again' wasn't added at the end, but Marga couldn't help but wonder.