<div class="floatleft">(http://orig06.deviantart.net/2289/f/2015/028/4/e/ryuko_by_kr0npr1nz-d8fqyq6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kathryn Foss<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 11, 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aluce Base-Off sight corridor - Japanese bar Zipangu.<br/><strong>With:</strong>T'chak, Open<br/><hr/><br/><em>"So Big guy... How long has it been since you've been brought out of the cloning chambers?"</em><br/><br/>Kathryn blushed and stared at her companion. Much to her own surprise, she had not actually considered that aspect of him before. He was tall for even a micronized Zentraedi, and given how proportions worked and if the cloning techs had been kind... Her eyes briefly glanced down before flicking back up to a more respectable position. She fanned herself lightly with the menu. God, she wasn't even drunk yet! Was it a hormonal or pheromonal thing? Was the air just so thick with alcohol she'd already got a buzz? Was it just Ryoko's... assets?<br/><br/>She flapped the menu more vigorously as her cheeks reddened to the point they matched the stripe in her hair.<br/><br/>She tried to focus on the conversation, keeping her eyes steadfastly away from either of their... areas. Her gaze locked on to T'chak's hands, safely above his legs and below Ryoko's chest. He held them calmly, almost formally in front of him, ever the soldier at attention. They were really quite large, comparatively. Easily large enough for one to wrap around her throat while the other grasped at her-<br/><br/>Another pulse of red ran through her face and she quickly turned away from both of them, instead staring intently at the wall of drinks behind the bar. It hadn't been that long, had it? Okay, yes, she'd never actually managed to get someone in her bed before, but she had technological assistance for handling that. And besides, sheer size had never really done anything for her. So what if he could pick her up one handed and move her around like a toy, making her stare down at herself and watch as the subtle distention in her belly slid back and forth as he-<br/><br/><em>"And for you, Kitten?"</em><br/><br/>Second Lieutenant Foss stammered awkwardly, verbally stumbling as she forced her mind back to Earth. "I, uh... Just a cider for now. S-s-something har- Interesting! S-something interesting."