<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div><em>Oh, Becks…</em><br/><br/>Nissa had to force herself not to bite her lower lip as the words began spilling unbidden from Becky’s beautiful mouth. Not because she disagreed with one thing the dark-haired buxom woman said, or hated how she was expressing herself in front of a potential business partner. None of that mattered to the blonde. She loved how intoxicating her girl was when her shell was broken and the control was lost.<br/><br/>The question had been intentionally thrown at her partner. Nissa had turned the conversation that way – full well knowing the answer – because she was betting this is how Becky would react. Maybe not to the extent, but the hope had been for the woman to spill her thoughts.<br/><br/>She had no intention of embarrassing her partner. She wanted Becky’s honesty because that, in turn, would give her Mateo’s honesty.<br/><br/>Nothing Becky said wasn’t anything Nissa hadn’t heard before. The girls had many late-night discussions with fellow gamers about just this subject. It wasn’t anything Nissa hadn’t expected from Becky. She’d opened the door and Becky had beautifully walked right in.<br/><br/>Okay, the furry thing might have been a little unexpected.<br/><br/>Allowing herself a small smile, she kept her arms crossed and gaze open as the room settled. She knew Mateo came here because he wanted something unlike anything Abyss had developed before. It was the heart of the matter at hand. Naughty Otter could provide something better, smarter, and faster than any other developer out there. What she needed to know, before inking anything however, was how Mateo worked with others. How he treated those on his team. Their business had not been built on taking every deal on the table, and Nissa wasn’t about to start doing that now.<br/><br/>The man remained calm – but firm. He went through point by point, offering up some stern counter arguments to Becky’s thoughts and opinions. He brought up the red warrior. He accepted the ‘dad bod,’ but also wanted to keep the scantily-clad icons. Nissa had to stop herself from taking a step back when he began prowling in the room, as if moving and thinking were one in the same for him. She held her ground, however, and the smile began to drop from her face.<br/>The man wasn’t passionless. But he was hard-edged with it. He wasn't out-right rude, but he also wasn't meek with his mannerisms. The opinion’s to be inclusive without being tacked-on weren’t wrong, they were just given like disgusting-tasting medicine. You didn’t have to like it, but you knew it was good for you.<br/><br/><em>"So, are we on the same boat? Or is there anything else you'd like to add?" </em><br/><br/>Nissa shook her head, sending those blonde tendrils of hers skating over her shoulders. She also stepped forward then, putting herself in his primary view and keeping Becky in the background. She knew the woman would still be recovering from her outburst and subsequent rebuttle, and wanted the rest of the volley to be driven towards herself, not towards Becky. “Mr. Lucas, we haven’t even agreed to be in the water yet. This meeting was simply a preliminary discussion about the possibility of working together. Personal preferences aside regarding – as you put it – bikini armor on big-titted warriors, you came here because you need something for this World. You came here for something from Naughty Otter.”<br/><br/>She cocked her hip against the table then, leaning there and watching the man in the suit. Her eyes matched his gaze and she let her eyebrows raise just slightly. “You know we can provide you with the depth of character needed to make those pretty world pictures come alive. But we’ve never made a game because of the check that came along with it. We've never participated in a business deal because of the status we could achieve. We’re not about to start, either. So if we did decide to work with you on this project, tell me…”<br/><br/>Her right shoulder went up a bit, as if she was partially shrugging. “….what’s in it for us?”<br/>