<span style="color: #0080FF">"Yeah, that sounds perfectly normal."</span>Tarrok stifled another laugh.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Let me make that easier for you."</span><br/><br/>Tarrok took a few steps back and seated himself back on the nearest couch. Took care her legs folded properly rather than getting stuck. He returned her affections with a quick kiss, committing her taste to memory. Then he leaned back, giving her full view and reign to do as she pleased.<br/><br/>Saiyan body suits weren't terribly exotic in the interstellar technology market. The smart fabric was layered under woven carbon nano structures, giving it incredible toughness for its weight class. The smart fabric applied pressure to wounds to stop bleeding, could stiffen to form a makeshift cast and maintain body temperature and pressure in hostile environments. Repairing one was easy, especially if you had access to a constructor that could convert old, torn suits into raw material. On top of all that, the material could stretch farther than anything else. The same suit could fit a child or a saiyan transformed into great ape form.<br/><br/>Aiko had a very good view of all that she was working with. It wasn't so unbelievably tight as to lend the user some dignity, of course. Enough definition peeked through the space age material to let her imagination run wild. The rise of his pectoral muscles, leading down into the valley of sharp abdominals. Plus his bare arms on full display, for anyone a fan of biceps. Tarrok was an exceptional physical example of a hardy species. Tireless physical conditioning and a lifetime of fighting gave him a finely tuned machine of a body. Robust, fit and sturdy enough to fight and succeed anywhere.<br/><br/>First moves yours, kitty.