<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/13428552/mqOlTT)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Mercy, Deck, stairwell to the hold<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>White cotton jodhpurs, loose grey muslin riding shirt with collar open and sleeves rolled up, barefoot<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Exploring<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Jacqueline, Colleen<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Indeed, Mademoiselle," Danae nodded, in conspiratorial agreement.  They had but a slender window of opportunity.  Squeezing Colleen's waist, and with a nod of assent to Jacqueline, she seized the girl and pulled her towards the stairwell.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Athletics Check: 22</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-09-13 22:01:25, MdG (uid: 41210) rolls: 1d20m4 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139384)</div></div><br/>Colleen had committed a fatal mistake in not doing as she was told.  Still gripping the cabin-girl, she unfurled the flimsy scrap of fabric clinging to her captive's waist to get a better sight of the rounded arse the Captain must have relished.  Pale, smooth, elegant - something was very wrong to Danae's mind.  Had the girl been captured recently?  No, her familiarity with the ship and her attunement with Baykur's desire said otherwise.  Her very presence seemed to defy any sort of inductive logic.<br/><br/>"You'll be begging for the Captain to whip you if you don't do as we say," Danae landed a hard barehanded swat on Colleen's exposed seat to emphasise her point.  To be so forward with the captain's girl on her own ship was dangerous, especially if Baykur took it as an affront.  But it summoned up a rush of excitement in a body weary and frustrated from the events of the<em>Charlotte's</em>wreck.<br/><br/>Turning to Jacqueline, "What does Mademoiselle think of the Captain's prize cunny?"  There was a relief in finally being able to revert to the crude speech of soldiers.  It was said of Mordentish society that it was famously hypocritical, but that facile assumption was of little concern to Danae.  There was a time for manners, and a time for action.  That, if nothing else, is what she had learned serving in the cavalry.  "At any rate, the good captain is fortunate - doubtless she is a good lover.  Does she not satisfy you, girl?  Your loyalty to your ship's rules is noble.  But I have a duty as acting captain to see to the safety of my own crew."  She nodded in acknowledgment to Jacqueline, before returning her attention to Colleen, "Mademoiselle has made a request, and you shall comply with it."  She spoke in her most authoritative tone, which she would use for commanding a horse - or a housemaid.  "Now, Mademoiselle Jacqueline, I don't suppose you have seen much campaigning, but you must be a connoisseur.  The whores in Dementlieu are famed - how does Baykur's girl measure?"<br/><br/>Danae had always considered herself a woman of simple tastes.  Unfussy, unaffected girls with soft bellies and ample bosoms.  She was nonetheless curious of Dementlieu's notoriously decadent aesthetic.