<b>Luxurious Apartment</b><br/><br/>Holn was busily worshipping Rishda's feet, alternating between kisses and licks with a tongue abnormally long for the mouth of the man the shapeshifter was impersonating. Despite her initial pleasure, the peacekeeper's expression soon turned to one of boredom. She reached down to grasp her companion by the neck, hauling it up in a likely painful manner.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: teal">What's wrong?</span>" Holn sputtered in surprise, looking around guiltily as if expecting someone had walked in on the scene.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: green">There's no conflict,</span>" Rishda snapped in frustration. "<span style="color: green">Doorley wouldn't be so obedient. I need something primal, like before.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: teal">Another pet from your homeland?</span>" the metamorph offered, its features already beginning to melt back into the previous beast.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: green">Something else. Someone I'd... Ah!</span>" Sergeant Krixsol's features took on a particularly malicious expression. "<span style="color: green">That golden bitch, the one who hangs around at the old relic's bar.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: teal">You hate her,</span>" Holn stated with just a hint of reluctance.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: green">Exactly,</span>" the green amazon rubbed her manicured fingers together. "<span style="color: green">It's about time she got what was coming to her.</span>"<br/><br/>Perhaps a bit more slowly than before, the shape changing creature rearranged itself to suit its lover's design, its skin gleaming and lightning, its features becoming feminine, its form graceful; until a naked version of Alice was standing in the room, wearing a concerned expression.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: green">I'll enjoy this,</span>" Rishda promised in a voice full of malice.<br/><br/><b>Alice's Enclave</b><br/><br/>Syntropy's lips turned down into a pout when Alice ordered Jericho to relent, her body aching for release. Her naked chest rose and fell heavily with each laboured breath, causing her generous breasts to subtly quiver. The rainbow haired woman's hard gaze caused Syn to again shift her weight from foot to foot, feeling every bit the insect caught in a web which the lamia had warned her of back at the bar. Despite the growing pit of fear in her stomach, she couldn't help her own vanity; she felt like the center of attention and basked in Alice's words of appreciation.<br/><br/>She reflexively backed up when the golden figure approached her, only to push herself further against Jericho's body. Syntropy's breath caught in her throat when she felt Alice's fingers press against her bare skin. She'd expected the Aurumilia's fingers to be cold to match their hard appearance, the same as Jericho's metallic hand was. The heat from those stroking fingertips was unexpected, causing her flushed body to tremble further, more sweat beading and streaking her skin. She gave a high pitched yelp when her nipples were tweaked, the buds already perked and overly sensitive.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Brown">W-wait...</span>" she protested feebly, keenly sensing Alice's intent as she found her upper body forced forward and down. Her wings twitched and fluttered, shining in the light of the chandelier. Her breath caughtin her throat, a lump forming there to match the rising tension building within her body. She cast her eyes to the side shamefully, knowing full well her nectar would already easily coat that hot, golden hand as it pressed between her legs. Despite her words, Syn's thighs parted further, her body bending further at the behest of Alice's free hand pressing down on her lower back.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Brown">I don't... I'm not...</span>" she tried desperately to get her words out, then bit down hard on her lower lip, her eyes going very wide as she felt a single hard finger force its way inside of her. "<span style="color: Brown">Stop!</span>" she shrieked, her embarrassment, or perhaps the instinct of self-preservation, overiding the continued effects of the drug pumping through her veins. "<span style="color: Brown">Someone, please...</span>" she begged the onlookers pitifully, humiliation plain on her face as she found her hips moving of their own according, trying to ride Alice's finger and find the release she craved.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>