<strong>Ansem Hyral : Hanger Deck with Kris Fielding</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I can't have my captain walking around in a bad mood, what can I do to make that better..."</strong><br/>He smiled slyly at her, his hand reaching to her left hip, the gloved hand wrapping around towards the ass the skirt barely covered and guided her back into a isolated corner of the hanger deck. It was the first time he had ever laid hands on a officer but he had a feeling she would not mind as long as no one else saw or knew about their meetings. The fingers on her cheek spread and began closing down with a firm grip, pulling her closer into his body.<br/><strong>"Where did we leave off last..." </strong><br/>Feeling it was wise to not even mention dinner, he opened the flap in the pocket and pulled out the two stainless steel cigar holders that acted as personalized humidifiers.