The Nectus just watched as the girl began to fellate Viker.  It was fascinating the way her lips glided across the black erection and the Nectus floated closer to get a better view.  The scythe was at its side, still and silent as the Nectus' ragged grey cloak flattered in the soft breeze that wafter through Viker's ship.  It continued to silently watch her oral violation.