<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>"Maybe I<em>should</em>." Fio smiled and gave Diane a look that she was all too familiar with. She started rubbing the slightly stoned woman's feet while she talked to Sera.<br/><br/>"Well, we definitely have more options than that, though most of them aren't particularly appetizing." She switched to the other foot. "For one, we could turn it over to the Space Patrol. This is exactly the kind of contraband they love to confiscate." Fio started working up Diane's calves. "Of course, that's the problem word: 'confiscate'. Unless there's some kind of bounty we can get this filed under, the best we could hope for is a few brownie points with the ICTA." Diane's toes suddenly felt warm and wet. It seemed that Fio had used her foot and calf massage as an excuse to wedge one of Diane's feet right between her legs.<br/><br/>"<em>Aha~</em>On the other hand, we could sell it on the black market. That would be the most dangerous, illegal, and profit~<em>ah!</em>~ble option. Though I'm not inclined to take it." She smiled at Sera reassuringly. "I'll give Lorenzo a call and see what he knows, then check with the Patrol to see if I can cut some kind of deal. But that can come later. How about we head to the lounge and have a little fun first?"