<b><span style="text-decoration: underline">Tech lab, Neymi and ???</span></b><br/><br/><b>"Kinky?" </b>Neymi pouted at her companion as the beast before her finished licking her boot.<span style="color: Blue">"It's not about kinky foot ztuff, it's about proving your domination. There's few things as zatisfying as literally ztepping on zomeone, my dear! You zhould try it too!" </span>neymi purred at the other, while she pressed her foot against the lizard's large red shaft. The wet rubber easily rubbing against the creatures great girth. Neymi felt herself relax a little, giving her the focus needed to hack into the database despite the moans ringing in her ears from Toi's group.<br/><br/><Tech roll 13 vs skill 15><br/><br/>Neymi could only sigh at Ianthe, Toi and Issirah continueing their little orgy despite her scolding. She really was going to have to put a stop to that little scene. Pressing her foot firmer against the creature beneath her to give it some extra stimulation, Neymi smiled as Darion sent her another message. At least he wasn't as easily distracted. Well. She smiled until she actually heard him.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">----------------------------------</span><br/><b><span style="text-decoration: underline"><br/>
Darion, Cypher and the survivors<br/>
</span></b><br/><span style="color: Blue">"Kitty cat!? KITTEN!?!"</span><br/><br/>Neymi's voice was like a sudden brick wall thrown at you, her infamous temper striking oh so predictably.<span style="color: Blue">"Zeriously? ZERIOUSLY?"</span>Darion could almost hear the angry spittle hitting Neymi's communicator.<span style="color: Blue"> "Argh, fucking... FUCK YOU DARION. I zpent most of my existence as a zlave I'm not going to fucking let that happen again without popping a bullet in my zkull first zo go eat zhit because I zwear I'll fuck your ass so hard you'll taste my zynthetic dick if you call me kitten even one more time! I forgave you for that ONCE. Don't fucking count on me zparing your rear if you do it again!"</span><br/><br/>It was a thing of beauty really, to hear her ranting like that like no other can, so beautifully broadcast over her drone so that everyone's forced to listen her tirade.<br/><br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">----------------------------------</span><br/><br/><b><span style="text-decoration: underline">Tech lab, Neymi and ???</span></b><br/><span style="color: Blue"><br/>
"Ugh... deep breaths..."</span>Neymi gritted her teeth together, trying to calm herself. She was quite firmly crushing the lizard creatures shaft beneath her heel but she didn't care. Her emotions were overflowing, dripping around in physic waves. She was angry. She was hurt. She felt betrayed. Wasn't Darion supposed to keep it in his pants during the mission? Didn't he respect her? Fuck, now she felt like crying. All because of that jerk.<span style="color: Blue">"Didn't you believe I was more than I was made to be... ? I'm not... not just some zex kitten..."</span>She whispered to herself, covering her eyes with her arms.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>