<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div>She knew she should’ve been studying the man who was at the center of this meeting in Naughty Otter. But when she stepped aside, Nissa could not take her eyes off Becky as the woman shook Mateo’s hand, and stammered over her words. It was as if she could read the thoughts going through Becky’s head in that moment. How attractive she thought Mateo was. Nissa had to bite her lower lip to keep from grinning as her attention went back the man in question. The girlfriend and lover mantle, coupled with whatever fantasy she had brewing in the back of her head, had to fall. The businesswoman who had helped develop and build this prospering company had to step up.<br/><br/>It seemed Mr. Lucas was apt to get down the bottom line as well. He spent very little time on platitudes – a point in his favor in Anissa’s eyes – and just like his controlled, measured steps, brought them right to the beginning point of negotiations in the conversation. Nissa listened carefully, even as she stepped to the side and pulled out a chair for Becky. It was situated farther up the table, close to the head, but still at a safe enough distance that the woman wouldn’t feel on top of Mateo should he chose one of the other three chairs closer to the smartscreen.<br/><br/>As the bespeckled brunette took her seat, Nissa picked up the controller from the middle of the room’s large table. It was a sophisticated remote that could control virtually everything in the room. Lighting, curtains, temperature, phone volume, and the smartscreen. She nodded in response to Mateo’s request for one and pressed the button that would slide open the hidden panels on the end of the room closest to him, revealing the smartscreen behind them, startup screen on. Another tap on the buttons and the lights dimmed in the room just slightly, giving the screen the brightness it needed to be used. She kept the remote in her hand as she stood next to Becky’s chair, continuing to listen to Mateo’s opening salvo.<br/><br/>He wanted to partner with Naughty Otter for a game. That much she had expected when she first even got the phone call about a meeting. What she didn’t expect was his open world project concept – and the “touch” he talked about with Naughty Otter. Abyss wasn’t known for it’s sex-inclusivity. But it was something that was becoming more and more accepted in the mainstream, and more and more expected with adult-centric games.<br/><br/>As he ended on a question, Nissa was quick to pick it up. “The game of the decade is a pretty high mark to hit. We’re not agreeing to anything just yet, Mr. Lucas.” She said with a grin. “Not even that sideways compliment. Although thank you for clearly being impressed with our little company enough to do your research on our recent awards. We’ve worked very hard to achieve them.” That sass of hers was evident in the last few words of the sentence. Mateo Lucas had a reputation and Nissa clearly hadn’t poured enough points into her shields this morning to keep from thinking some of his words were a bit condescending. A hand slipped to Becky’s shoulder to touch it reassuringly before backing off. Nissa reached for a little piece of cheese before continuing.<br/><br/>“The smartscreen in the room should connect through the Bluetooth on your tablet. Becky can make sure the connection is solid as well, if you need. It isn’t a big surprise that you’ve come to pitch a partnership in creating a game, Mr. Lucas. You wouldn’t be the first company to do so with us. Just last year, we partnered with Ten Games to develop a top-100 mobile game. Definitely not an open-world type concept you’re suggesting, but it did well. Taught us some things.” She continued around the table to the other side, leaving Mateo and Becky on one side, and putting her directly across from them on the other. “But maybe you could be a little more specific in what you are asking for a “touch” of, with Naughty Otter?”<br/><br/>Her face was open, eyebrows raised as she looked at Mateo, expression not giving one hint to the fact that she knew a double-entendre when she heard one.