<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ncTr42c.png)</div>"Well, it's more for legal reasons than anything," Tamrithra replied, winking in a half-teasing manner. "Can't enjoy my presence if I'm cryogenically frozen in some prison-asteroid now."<br/><br/>She was half-aware just how hard it was to argue with Tip, although she had to balance her perverted fantasies with a touch of reality. "Feel free to fantasize all you want. If you're a good little kitty I'll find a nice present to reward you next time we go shopping. A civilized planet should have fancy malls and entertainment rather than some tiny, lonely refueling station anyway.”<br/><br/>Tamrithra briefly closed her eyes, permitting herself a little fantasy of her own as she patted the lapbound Tip. Imagining the two of them trying out all manner of clothes from G-rated to X in some fancy boutique, or taking her down to the armory and finding out her ideal fighting style in the combat sims...actually, that last one may be more a<em>Tamrithra thing</em>than a Tamrithra + Tip thing. Regardless, it’d be nice to be surrounded by people not trying to kill her or each other for once. Not that she’d ever admit that to her fellow Nyemai, she's had more than enough jibes and barbs about majoring in Economics than Military Science!