<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>T'chak Chrasha, Ryoko (NPC)<br/><strong>Callsign:</strong>Hawk 04<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 11, 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aluce Base-Off sight corridor - Japanese bar<em>Zipangu</em>.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kathryn Foss, Open.<br/><strong>Music:</strong>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKHXZr5RUas (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKHXZr5RUas)<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Ryoko felt a cold shiver run down her spine as she noted the darkening tone of T'Chak's voice when he spoke of this<em>Supervision Army</em>. It seemed that the temperature in the room dropped significantly as the lights dimmed. It almost had her draw in her kimono for warmth, almost. This T'Chak, he had seen things and done things that hardened him. She was almost curious to know more, but dreaded it at the same time. It was enough to distract the Bar owner from Foss's own crisis of sexuality.<br/><br/>As T'Chak gave his order, Ryoko nodded before turning to Kathryn and finally took notice of her state. She could almost smell the arousal on her. She was such a darling woman that Ryoko wanted to put kitty ears and a tail on her and have Kathryn curl up on her lap like a kitten. As Ryoko waited for Foss's answer, her lips curled into a seductive pout as she leaned further across the bar. Her large bust resting and spreading across her arm. The Kimono threatening to spill its contents. Though it is debatable if that was not Ryoko's intention all along. When Foss was finally able to give her order, for something "Interesting", Ryoko gave her an absolute predatory grin before reaching out and cupping Foss's chin to get the girl to look at her. Her emerald eyes peering deeply into Foss's. Her voice low, and husky almost a pant. "As you wish,<em>Kitten</em>." Ryoko breathed as if she was whispering her deepest affections for a cherished lover.<br/><br/>Ryoko would let her fingers linger upon Foss's cheek for a moment longer before slowly drawing them from her flesh. Her middle, and index finger barely caressing a portion of Foss's lower lip before finally breaking contact. Ryoko's eyes lingered upon Foss's as she slowly turned away to begin to make their order. A little extra roll in Ryoko's hips as she approached the bar back to pull down a bottle of Japanese Scotch as well as couple other bottles.<br/><br/>T'Chak watched the interaction between Ryoko, and Foss curiously. "Interesting." he mused aloud before he noticed how flushed Foss appeared to be. "Are you well Lieutenant?" he asked before he took one of his large hands and placed it against her forehead. The palm was course and broad. Signifying how "Hands on" he had been in his lengthy career. Strangely for as much power as those hands had, there was a surprising gentleness to them as well. As if to show how much control he had upon his strength. T'Chak leaned in close as if to examine Foss. Where Ryoko's emerald eyes twinkled with mischief that only an experienced older woman can possess. T'Chak's Amethyst colored eyes were intensely focused. As if he was staring down the sights of a weapon. "You appear flushed, and warm. Perhaps you've over exerted yourself today, Lieutenant." he would state.