Yeah, she had a dick.  That was Anastasia's suggestion.<br/><br/>The ganger lurched forwards at the rude grope through her frilly dress, blushing profusely as she popped a mild bone.  "Well, ah, I..." she stumbled about her words.  Between the cool metal bulkhead at her back and the hot, predatory thing at her front, Reyhan was stuck in the place that she, while not intending for it to be so abruptly, wanted to be.  She furrowed her brow and sighed, hands placed back up against the wall behind her.  She swallowed hard and took in a shallow breath.  "I-I, of course, cap'n." she replied almost nervously.<br/><br/>Every encounter with the captain made her a little nervous, a little excited.  Every time she believed she was prepared, but it was never the case; each time it always seemed like Anastasia was able to come up with some new trick or another that always treated Reyhan to a delightful evening (or morning, or afternoon!).  Ana was always able to rile her up, too, whether she so forwards as to pin the ganger against a bulkhead or submissive enough to simply lounge among her gilded bedsheets, ready to take an order or two.  Needless to say, Reyhan loved it, even when she pretended she hated to be 'cursed' with the captain's idea.<br/><br/>If anything came out of the pact that she didn't mind, it was that. But only that.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>