"Um, Feyora, sir. Captain, sir. Feyora Szath. Got school credits for gymnastics, used them to become an electrician. Never thought I'd end up here." Obviously, Fey's clothes (a tight pink pair of panties) hid absolutely nothing. Her skin was a fair, creamy blue, like a baby bluejay, and her hair had not, as of yet, been decorated or tied in any way, simply draping over her shoulders. Deep lavender eyes sat in their tilted sockets, protected by a simple pair of glasses, and her lips bore a pinkish tinge atop the blue.<br/><br/>Her body was quite obviously that of an acrobat. Her stomach was flat and toned, her hips and legs slim, yet tight, and her entire body moved with a flexible grace that belied her physical talents. Her breasts barely distinguished her from a boy -- tiny swells that barely counted at all, but were still absurdly tender and sensitive. Her navel, thick nipples, tongue, lip, and one brow were all decorated with delicate metal piercings, which betrayed her "nice girl" attitude.<br/><br/>"It's, ah, nice to meet all of you!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>