The room was too hot. The change of temperature from the outside was unsettling and creating a sheen of sweat upon her ebony black skin. Looking besides her she grinned at her companion, seeking out his eyes to find confirmation if he too felt the discomfort of the heat of this den. Nevertheless her resolve that had brought her here was enough to keep her from not running for the door.<br/><br/>Valda felt like she almost missed the miserable steel interior of the station when he eyes were gazing over the luscious reds of the decorations within the den she had entered. It reminded her all too much of her fathers chambers, something she wished to forget more than anything in the world. Nevertheless, he'd never think of trying to find her here. Amidst debauchery and pleasure she had always shown a great distaste for. Her well-maintained hands did not fumble like a little girl anymore, nor did she look like the groomed daughter that had left her world. Her orange eyes were blazing with a fire that matched the necklace above her bouncing breasts. Tucked away tightly in a leather jerkin that did nothing to hide her curves from the eyes of those who would watch her. Only her firm ass, snuggly stuck in leather leggings was hidden by a heavy wooled cloak clasped at her throat. But despite the lack of richness in her appearance, apart from the priceless jewels around her neck, she looked too regal to belong to any of the meddling hunters and traders that frequented the place.<br/><br/>With her hand stroking the leathery skin atop Shak'arg's head she re-affirmed the connection she was holding on him. It took a lot of her concentration and strength to use her skill on her creature. Without it, she'd lose his protection. A guard that snarls at those who wish to subdue her, the irony of subduing her slave for it was not lost on her either.<br/><br/>With confidence and pride she strode forwards through he shimmering cloth curtains of Mundina Nade. As soon as she had entered, a woman that nearly took her breath away approached her. The snowwhite skin of the DNA-altered human was like a jewel upon a crown. Valda could do nothing but stare with sheer jealousy at the way the woman's hips swayed with every step she took, and be entranced by the bloodred lips that spoke with such soft subtlety.<br/><br/>"Welcome to Mundina Nade my lady. We'd like to request you to leave any weaponry behind at the desk. "<br/><br/>She looked at Valda's side and saw the hound-like human, but with a practised ease she did not even flinch at sight of it.<br/><br/>"You are more than welcome to take your companion with you. Just let me know of your wishes and desires and I will wait upon you."<br/><br/>Valda took a moment before answering the woman, as she stared in wonderment at her surroundings. To her right was a beautiful lacquered mahogany and gleaming brass bar with a portrait of a dark skinned mutt-woman as naked as a babe. Booths lined the walls, shrouded from the rest of the room and one another by semi-transparent drapes of red and orange. She could see silhouettes move behind the curtains, intriguing her to no end as too what was going on behind them. Every bit of the room around her was making her warmer than the temperature ever could. She unclasped her heavy woollen cloak and handed it out to the servantgirl as she choose her words carefully.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"I'm carrying no weapons. I'd like a booth. A bucket of ice with your most fiery whiskey and a bottle of honeyed vodka for myself. "</span><br/><br/>She looked at Shak'arg and quested towards him with her mind.<i>Is there anything else you need? Some food?</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>