<b>Ares 8 Mess Hall </b><br/>Tagging Butch<a class="username" data-user-id="41027" data-username="@MsBloom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41027/">@MsBloom</a>/ AMI<a class="username" data-user-id="18963" data-username="@TheCorsair" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18963/">@TheCorsair</a><br/><br/><br/>Poor Tug. Three women --well, two women and a feminine android-- offering their own ideas about how to kill him, under the guise of seduction. Was the tease the crueler part, or the threats? Or were the threats just another layer of seduction, that intersection of death and desire merged into some exciting new destination?<br/><br/>But Eris said nothing, letting both AMI and Butch escort her away from the hum of the party. So far as she could tell, she wasn't being made to make a choice, and Eris appreciated that. Binary choices were for computers, not people. Not ever computational people, like AMI, who was showing remarkable resistance to programing, or at least, what Eris expected her programing to be. Just how far did these little quirks go? How... deep?<br/><br/>They passed a darkened store room, and Eris stopped, investigating it with a quick glance in. "Looks pretty deserted. Perfect place to have a friendly discussion." Her gazed spanned from AMI to Butch to AMI again, licking her lips. "Well, depending on how friendly you want to be, that is."