<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Sorry for the slow post, it’s been really wet and cold here for the last few weeks. Sadly I’ve fallen Ill again, it’s effective my creativity.</div></div></div><br/><br/>It was difficult to resist the constant bombardment of playful teasing from such a handsome creature. Sheva could feel the warmth of his breath penetrating the individual strains of her fur and causing goose bumps to from upon her bare skin. Involuntarily her body shivered. Would it be so bad to let the teasing progress just a little further this time? Her body seemed to slowly be developing a craving for the constant attention.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite> “A nice, warm shower is actually sounding pretty good right now."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Without any restraint Sheva found her mind picturing a possible scenario. Her standing bare in front of the shower head, warm refreshing water soaking her fur and pouring down it as Kahmori stood behind her, washing her back and any other parts of her body that his hands dared to wonder carelessly too. Once again Sheva felt a shiver sparking throughout her body. “A warm shower sounds heavenly, I wonder what the price of accommodations on this world happen to be.”<br/><br/>Initially Sheva didn’t react to the hand upon her stomach, it was something Kahmori had done several occasions before. The second his hand begins to creep lower however she lets out a long slow exhale. “Kahmori…” Sheva says nearly in a whisper. “We…shouldn’t…” Though her words voiced minimal protest she makes no movement to prevent his hands from traveling to wherever they wished. Dipping down between her thighs Kahmori could feel the immense heat emanating from her body even through the skin tight suit she was wearing.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>NocturneWolf wrote:</cite> “Mom?” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Sheva exhaled once again, this time in relief. It seemed that the little cat boys voiced was able to defuse the situation before it had gotten out of hand. Questioning to herself Sheva wondered why she felt herself unable to stop it, or why she didn’t want to stop it.<br/><br/>With the ship docking Sheva offered a friendly smile and a little wave to the little cat boy as he disappears into the crowd. With a stretch she stood up and turned to Kahmori. “Lets see where our feet take us now hrm?” Smiling she reached for her belongings and headed for the exit.<br/><br/>Unloading of the ships passengers went about as she expected, everyone funneled into a tightly cramped line, however Sheva didn’t expect such a large military force to be seeing refugees off of the ship. Just as the thought raised in her mind she quickly dismissed it, there was no way they were there for her. There’s no way the local grunts would have been given details about her. Just the knowledge of assassinations she and other ghosts had performed would cause a shitstorm. If they wanted to capture or take her out they would do it much more secretively and away from the public eye.<br/><br/>It was to be expected, lower level grunts pushing and abusing the very little power they had been given. Largely Sheva had ignored it, until a rather forceful push against her back with the butt of a gun. Normally she would have ignored it, yet she knew the personality of the large kitsune traveling at her back. It was likely that the guard would end up in the hospital for it and that’s if he was lucky. There was only one course of action, easing the mood before it got out of hand. She knew just how to do it…<br/><br/>Pulling the hood off of her head Sheva turned to the guard, a smile upon her lips. The moment her eyes locked with Rennings he could already feel something creeping up in the back of his mind, something that felt almost as if a hand was wrapping around his brain. “These refugees have seen a lot of trouble in their times. It’s hardly appropriate to push them around when they are already down wouldn’t you agree?” Renning could feel that creeping sensation embrace his entire mind. “You’ve always loved musicals and to dance while singing them. Show us, we’d really appreciate it” With a devious grin Sheva implants lyric by lyric the entire song of The Modern Major-General’s song into Rennings mind. With the last lyric implanted Renning feels an irresistible urge to dance and sing.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Mind Control, Rennings (2d6 + <img alt="8)" src="./images/smilies/icon_cool.gif" title="Cool"/>: 5, 5 + 8 = 18<br/><br/><br/> <!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vIv1PRQWbRk">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vIv1PRQWbRk</a><!-- m --> This is the song Sheva implanted into Rennings mind to sing <img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/></div></div></div>