"Nnh... Y-yes, Miss Sao." Weary but ever-obedient, the hacker tightens 'her' muscles even before Tzahala starts to pull out... and moans again when Tzahala has to physically pop the head of her cock free, a twitch causing one last, lone drop of cum to roll down the hacker's sex even as her legs slide back down to the ground.<br/><br/>And when Tzahala presents her cock for cleaning, the hacker does so almost hungrily, wrapping her lips around the runner's cock and taking as much of it down into her throat as possible, before sliding slowly, lovingly back up towards the tip. And of course, she shows her mistress' cock the same care and attention to detail that she puts into designing her own outfits for the day...<br/><br/>"Mmm... Th-thank you, Miss Sao..." The hacker pushes herself back up into a sitting position, and begins to delicately scoop up all of her new clothes, seeming uncertain if she should don them over the cum that coats her belly or if she should go shower first. "I'll do a better job with that in the future, I promise..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The ride back to Tzahala's apartment is nice and quiet- sure, there's still a lot of night time left in Little Havana, but that's mostly pedestrian traffic at this point, and the runner is easily able to navigate through and to her apartment. When she arrives, she finds a small parcel waiting for her on her doorstep- a technical and graphical readout of the plans for Robin's arm upgrade.<br/><br/>If nothing else, it will make for some interesting bed-time reading... and as of right now, that's really all that Tzahala has to worry about. With the DUE job out of the way, and nothing new showing up in her mailbox, the Israeli woman pretty much just has the next day off..<br/><br/>Though according to the note attached to the schematics, she might also have a guest coming by to discuss the... details... of her newest construction project.