<div class="floatleft">(http://orig10.deviantart.net/ce57/f/2015/197/2/3/starcaster01_by_thepixeldust-d91i7yh.jpg)</div>The feel of Nami's body on hers was wonderful.  It was one of the things she loved most about love-making, just the weight of another person on her.  As the woman gave her options for the future, Alura purred with delight.  She wanted everything her new mate had to offer and more.  It wasn't like she didn't have time to explore.  An Ophelian's sexual prime lasted over seven-thousand years at the least.  "MMmmmmm, as much as that all sounds delicious, I'm afraid we'll have to partake off-air."  Alura looked up across her desk and tapped in a code on a panel nearby.  One of a hundred tiny camera orbs dropped from a hidden wall mount and came to hover before her face.<br/><br/>"Well, ladies and gents.. I think we've more than satisfied the sponsors for this episode. They can be tough hulls to crack, but I know at least one has been drooling the whole time."  She narrowed her eyes.  "Lookin' at you, Ten Worlds Nursery and Laser Pistol Emporium."  Starcaster bit her lip immediately as the effect of Nami sucking on one of her tendrils started to take hold.  "UUuuhhhh.. comets and collisions, woman.. Mmmmm.. Er, anyway.. We'll see you again as we broadcast live from the Dax Cluster of Ergatoid 5! Give me.."  Alura turned to look at Nami with a sly grin.  "Give me a week, tops! BYEE!"  As the camera zoomed back into it's location, Alura let her head fall to the desk.<br/><br/>"Let's.. Mmmm.. Let's say you and I catch a drink at the closest spaceport and discuss all your wonderful ideas, hm?"  Before Nami even answered, Alura was starting to program a flight pattern to take both her entire station and Nami's ship a few light years from their current orbit.