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The cool and darkness of the Richmond washes over you and push past the swinging doors, the heat from the sun radiating out of your clothes as you settle into the grimy black of the bar. You see a group of Alliance soldiers returning to their seats as you enter, probably from throwing the last guy out. You see a few other groups sitting around at tables and a few individuals at the bar, a mix of locals and ship crews. Aside from the front door you see another door behind the bar that seems to lead to a kitchen area.
Ordering your drink the bartender pours it from a plain brown, unlabeled bottle, holding up 2 fingers for payment.
The cool and darkness of the Richmond washes over you and push past the swinging doors, the heat from the sun radiating out of your clothes as you settle into the grimy black of the bar. You see a group of Alliance soldiers returning to their seats as you enter, probably from throwing the last guy out. You see a few other groups sitting around at tables and a few individuals at the bar, a mix of locals and ship crews. Aside from the front door you see another door behind the bar that seems to lead to a kitchen area.
Ordering your drink the bartender pours it from a plain brown, unlabeled bottle, holding up 2 fingers for payment.
Spitfyre:
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"Yes, that is what is mostly written down here," Ophelia smiles, "Except it looks like there was an incident at the hospital he was at, something to do with a general's daughter, the note is somewhat vague on the issue and the language somewhat vulgar for a lady to see."
He takes your hand again and starts stroking it, his fingers seeming oddly cold.
"I must say you have very lovely skin and bone structure, I'm an amateur photographer you see," He smiles broadly, thin lips taking up almost the entire width of his face, "If you'd be willing to model for me I might be able to see away around this mess."
"Yes, that is what is mostly written down here," Ophelia smiles, "Except it looks like there was an incident at the hospital he was at, something to do with a general's daughter, the note is somewhat vague on the issue and the language somewhat vulgar for a lady to see."
He takes your hand again and starts stroking it, his fingers seeming oddly cold.
"I must say you have very lovely skin and bone structure, I'm an amateur photographer you see," He smiles broadly, thin lips taking up almost the entire width of his face, "If you'd be willing to model for me I might be able to see away around this mess."
Draco:
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The Lead Tech lets out a laugh and brings one of his hands to the front to grind it roughly against you sex while the other continues to peel your bodysuit down your body slowly until it rests just above the flare of your hips.
"I think you got this wrong sweetcheeks," the Lead Tech gloats, slapping your ass hard, "It's us who should be looking forward to something. You should thank us for this, I mean how long have you been out there in the black with nothing twixt your nethers and now you got little ol' me."
Roughly he shoves you against the wall face first, bending you over at the waist with his weight and keeping you down. Harshly he grabs your hanging breasts and tugs and kneads them as he grind his bulge against your sex, occasionally releasing a breast to spank you. When his hands depart you notice black grease marks dotting your pale flesh.
"Hey Jamie, get over here and get her ready, if she aint it's going in your ass next," The Lead Tech finally releases you and takes a seat nearby to watch.
The Tech who was on lookout swaps out with the other and start's shrugging off their baggy jumpsuit, revealing she is in fact a petite girl. Licking her lips she kneels behind you, grabbing the trailing ends of your suit and rolling it over you flared hips and ass, the cool air drafting against your exposed pussy.
The Lead Tech lets out a laugh and brings one of his hands to the front to grind it roughly against you sex while the other continues to peel your bodysuit down your body slowly until it rests just above the flare of your hips.
"I think you got this wrong sweetcheeks," the Lead Tech gloats, slapping your ass hard, "It's us who should be looking forward to something. You should thank us for this, I mean how long have you been out there in the black with nothing twixt your nethers and now you got little ol' me."
Roughly he shoves you against the wall face first, bending you over at the waist with his weight and keeping you down. Harshly he grabs your hanging breasts and tugs and kneads them as he grind his bulge against your sex, occasionally releasing a breast to spank you. When his hands depart you notice black grease marks dotting your pale flesh.
"Hey Jamie, get over here and get her ready, if she aint it's going in your ass next," The Lead Tech finally releases you and takes a seat nearby to watch.
The Tech who was on lookout swaps out with the other and start's shrugging off their baggy jumpsuit, revealing she is in fact a petite girl. Licking her lips she kneels behind you, grabbing the trailing ends of your suit and rolling it over you flared hips and ass, the cool air drafting against your exposed pussy.