The world fell away, obscured in mist, as Tori's consciousness bubbled and fizzed under the pleasant influence of her drink. She swayed a little in her seat, hypnotized by the glimmering flecks floating to the surface of the glass before sinking down through the silvery murk, her face split in a goofy grin. Looking up, she regarded the bartender chatting with the new arrival. Though the meaning of their words was lost, the noises they made came to her greatly muffled, as if she were at the bottom of a pool of water and looking at the two of them up by the pool's edge.<br/><br/>The goat-horned young woman turned her head and looked over Vay's body in the manner easily recognizable to tenders of bar the galaxy over as "drunk-horny." Though much of the Nauelli woman's form was covered by her longcoat, the telltale glint was in her eye as she ate up her shapely legs, her inked arms, her neck, lips, ears, and cutely swaying antennae. "Nnf~" she grunted, biting her lip. She fidgeted in her seat, aware of the growing tightness in the crotch of her outfit.<br/><br/>It'd been a while - a few weeks at least - since she'd seen any action. The High Nauelli lady whose companion she was had given her a memorable evening of pleasure, a sweet parting gift as she realized the following morning, when the mistress had shown her the emancipation papers and copied them to Tori's credfile along with a sum of currency.<br/><br/>The next weeks were a whirl - she'd taken lodgings and bought her own clothes for the first time. Her lady had been exquisitely tasteful in the question of dress, and while not much, if any, of that had rubbed off on Tori herself, she could feel her way around well enough to pick out clothes that blended into the crowd and didn't set her apart too much. No more than a Shûn woman not garbed in a slave's outfit already did, at least. A few simple sets of clothing appropriate to a lower bourgeois keeping shop in the world-city's mid-levels; what it lacked in stylishness it made up for in the virtue of being relatively inconspicuous.<br/><br/>Not so very inconspicous now as she sat there with her member straining against the front of her green tights.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>