Well, today was going from bad to worse. She'd got her man, but it seemed like she'd run head-first into...<em>complications...</em><br/><br/>A slim eyebrow arched, as her gaze settled on LFC Commander Jahali - And lingered. Lucille sat up a little straighter in her seat, her lissome legs crossing with a supple scrape...Oh-so-carefully poised, her mind working. "-What can I do for your, Commander?" she inquired, her hands folded on her lap. This didn't look like it was going to be a<em>friendly</em>interview...<br/><br/>Could she run the blockade? At a glance: No. Von's thugs were just that - Thugs. This place might be far from the front-lines, but even second or third-tier ships far, far eclipsed the Zephyr's relatively puny firepower...All things considered. Her eyes widened minutely, at the woman's ultimatum...She didn't have ten-thousand credits on hand, right now. And she had the feeling the Commander wasn't about to take an IOU.<br/><br/>Well, this was a conundrum. At any other time, she might've dared it - Until she could duck into a friendly asteroid field or something - but she had the feeling that she'd just make an enemy of<em>both</em>sides...And she had plenty of them already. Slim fingers cupped her chin, as she noticed that lip-bite...Shifting slightly in her seat, her lips parting just so to give voice to her answer-<br/><br/><em>Wait, what was-</em><br/><br/>And *then* Lucille's eyes widened a<em>lot</em>more, when a new message flashed into existence! She had a bad feeling about what it might be...A distinct sinking sensation that was seen out a heartbeat later, when her recent escapade played out before her eyes! Her gaze skimmed the line of text, a little flush to her cheeks, as...<br/><br/>Focus.<em>Focus.</em><br/><br/><em>Someone</em>had gotten hold of that video - And they were working fast. It sent a flicker of resentment through her flat belly, as her gaze met the Commander's...A supple shift to Etoile's stance, as she leaned forward ever-so-slightly...<br/><br/>"Service?" she echoed, her full lips shaping each syllable - Letting it linger in the air, for a long, long moment. "Under you? I think I'll find that<em>most</em>acceptable, Commander."<br/><br/>There was the faintest lilt to her husky voice, as Etoile's gaze met hers - And anyone watching, of course, could be forgiven if they read something into it...As Etoile's slim fingers brushed stray strands of hair back from her lovely features!<br/><br/>"Now - What can I do for you?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Charisma: 0/3<br/><br/>Target Number: 5<br/><br/><strong>Seduction:</strong><br/>Roll(3d6)+0:<br/>5,6,3,+0<br/>Total:14</div></div>