Cori starts to turn 'her' head away, but Tzahala's finger easily makes its way past the hacker's lightly-painted lips with its slick cargo. And while the hacker may still be pulling back, the runner is easily able to wipe her finger clean on her princess' soft, wet tongue before her finger<em>pops</em>free of the hacker's mouth.<br/><br/>"Hmmm..." is really all the hacker manages to say, effectively rendered speechless by the Israeli woman's teasing and embrace... though his cheeks do color one last time as the woman comments on how his cum is beginning to change. And they get redder still when she talks about better gifts than this.<br/><br/>"B-bye, Miss Sao..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The sun is starting to get nice and high by the time Tzahala arrives back at her apartment... but that just means the business has gone inside for the most part. Sure, Liza and a couple of her colleagues are still out and about... but their brightly colored bikinis have been replaced with elaborate drapes and wraps, perfectly positioned to keep the sun from burning them up while still displaying as much of their "wares" as possible. Though those wares don't quite gleam as brightly under the bright paper parasols each woman has slung up against the sun.<br/><br/>"Back already, Girlie? Don' tell me you got stood up, now..."<br/><br/>Liza grins and strides towards the runner, followed closely by the two other women she's with. The younger of the two- a dark haired, human girl somewhere between 18-20- has a cybernetic right arm that's been modded to look like a living arm with vines of roses crawling all around it. And those tattoos! Tzahala can see the ornate, scrolling body art peeking around the edges of the woman's wrap from every angle, a sign that she really has turned her body into a canvas. The other woman is a bit closer to Liza's age, it seems... and only about half her size. The Dwarf metatype had manifested strongly in her, it seems... but the strong features suit her smooth, shapely body suprisingly well. And her breasts would be the envy of many a plastic surgeon... especially since they show none of the tell-tale signs of augmentation.<br/><br/>"You know, we could always get one o' the boys to go an' drag your date back if you're gettin' stood up. Chain 'em to a chair and watch us have fun, then kick 'em to the curb once they realize what they're missin'..." The woman's voice is teasing, but for some reason Tzahala gets the feeling that the woman could in fact make that happen if she so desired. "Fun for you, sad for them..."<br/><br/>As the three near, Liza looks over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the distance behind them for something. Whatever it is, she finds it... because a moment later, she turns back to the runner with an ear-to-ear grin.<br/><br/>"And we'd love to take a sit with you for a spell... The sun's about ta get too hot for this corner anyway..."