Fog's head rotated slightly as if giving the girl a sidelong look before the plate covering his his head split and slid away to reveal what could be called<a class="externalLink" href="http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/the-prototype-image-1.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">his face</a>The eyes behind clear glass rotated slightly as the Falkrian studied the girl, the girl herself nervously holding herself still and upright, her chest out slightly and her small butt tantalizingly covered by a rather nice red dress. Without a word, he raised his hand toward her, palm outstretched. Her hand landed in his, as the Falkrian seemed to study her further, bringing her slender fingers up closer to his face. His touch was strangely warm for someone who had just come in from the outside with nothing but a jacket. The servant girl let out a surprised gasp when she felt something like a pin prick in her palm. Letting go of her hand, a cool voice, as if a bit of Dystopia's cold had leaked into the room, emanated from Fog. "<span style="color: darkgray">Ah. Human and very much so. Healthy too,</span>" the machine said as he reached for her hand once more and received it. She was trained well, no hesitation despite her nervousness. A small hiss was heard as streams of grey haze exited his body, darkening the air around him once more. "<span style="color: darkgray">No need to be nervous, I am here more for business than pleasure. Though...</span>" he wandered off as he seemed to regard her once more. The haze around him swirled lazily, wafting in her direction. "<span style="color: darkgray">...hm. Perhaps your company wouldn't be unappreciated. Sit, please.</span>"<br/><br/>Looking over at the intensity between the lamia and Alice, Fog slid over to make room for the servant girl to sit next to him instead of on top him. The girl held back a cough as the haze around her intensified, a strangely rosy scent filling her nostrils. It was obvious the girl was unused to such treatment in the hesitation she exhibited before she stepped forward to sit down, the increase in her stress levels, and the uncertainty she felt in where to place her hands. After electing to place her left hand on his leg, rubbing the inner thigh of her client, Fog place a calm hand over hers and kept his gaze on the arguing women. "There's no need for that yet. Relax, be patient and watch." The aroma of roses intensified in the servant girl's nostrils as Alice suddenly surged forward and began to kiss the lamia. Fog's voice filtered into her head as if from afar. "<span style="color: darkgray">What's your name, girl?</span>" Ginny felt a warm hand embrace her knee, massaging it lazily. Glazed over eyes looked down to see that there was nothing there, in fact Fog's arms had been spread out on the seat of the couch, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder as she felt the ghost sensations of a hand continue to massage her leg. "<span style="color: red">G-Ginny, sir.</span>" "<span style="color: darkgray">You have a musical name Ginny. Just relax and watch...</span>" Fog's voice was calming, as a second hand began to embrace her other leg, the servant girl allowed herself a small gasp. A chuckle, like a gust of cool air, echoed in her ear as she felt herself spread her legs and those ghostly hands began to work her over, slowly, knowingly.<br/><br/>Fog held the girl gently in one arm as she writhed and squirmed silently and continued to watch Alice and the lamia, his eyes rotating slowly, taking in details. His free hand wandered over and lazily cupped the girl's breast. Massaging it before gripping her nipple through the fabric and teasing it. Pulling it and twisting it without much force, just giving the girl an obviously small taste of what he was capable of. Her fragile looking hand gripped the machine man's leg as she began move her hips on her own, her breathing heavy.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: darkgray">Hm. I've never seen a predator taken by surprise quite like that.</span>" Fog mused out loud, hoping to goad the lamia into retaliation.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>