Shimii seemed to notice the way Rave's hair changed colour when she caressed her, and breathed a sensual sigh into her ear. "You're such a sweet thing, little kawaii-ko. You and I are going to have so much fun together." She took the time to run her tongue around each of Rave's nipples before dressing her again.<br/><br/>The orks were perfect gentlemen to Rave, carrying her carefully and making sure not to touch her anywhere inappropriate. The one carrying her patted her hair when she snuggled into him. "Take it easy, kiddo," he murmured to her. "Your friend is looking after you. It'll be okay."<br/><br/>Once the doors were sealed and the Matrix cut off, the car's electric motor whirred into life and it started to drive out of the parking lot. The windows turned a dark blue tint, hiding the world behind them. Neither of them was wearing a seat belt, so it was easy for Shimii to shuffle over to Rave and caress her body again, and run her fingers through her ever-changing hair. "So beautiful," she murmured, kissing the girl's cheek. "I can't wait for you to meet the others."<br/><br/>She worked her fingers into Rave's scalp and drew out her trode rig, placing it in a drawstring bag. She then ran her fingers down Rave's body, sighing as she squeezed her breasts, and brushed her fingers over Rave's crotch and legs. She patted Rave's boots as if to check for hidden weapons, but she seemed not to find the knife in its concealed holster. She opened up Rave's handbag and fished out her commlink. She turned it off, watched it for a few moments as if to ensure that it wasn't emitting any hidden signals, then dropped it and the purse into the drawstring bag. Finally, she did something to the software in Rave's dress - it was hard to tell now that she didn't have her trodes, but she felt a distinct tensing and relaxing of the smart fibers as her dress rebooted.<br/><br/>The car drove for about fifteen minutes - long enough for Rave to recover from her disorientation, although she was still weak from both the venom and the drain from her magic. As she regained her senses, she found that Shimii had fastened a necklace around her neck, a string of flat pieces of silvery plastic resting against her skin. When the car stopped and the door opened, she found that they were in another underground car park much like the one they had left, but the ork man assisting her out of the car was much less friendly, and had a submachine gun slung at his side.<br/><br/>"You're late," grunted the ork, scowling at Shimii. "The Master will be here any minute. Let's get this one upstairs."