<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/65Y8ZMV.png)<br/><div align="center">Lazzar</div></div>Lazzar had not yet realized that the party was to start LATER, not now. She was already in her maid get-up.  (https://i.imgur.com/br79l7T.jpg)Not like she would have cared anymore in either case. There was still some time left in the Drift. Might as well use it for fun. A bright red blush dominated her tan cheeks. Her gait had a tiny misstep. The SlaveMaker<sup>TM</sup>lodged in her ass ballooned to the shape of a rather well endowed kashathas male. No one had come across Lazzar in a noble get-up yet so she had relinquished the control of the vibe and plug to the viewers.<br/><br/>She let out a small squeal, biting down a following whimper. Bead buzzed loud against her pleasure button. Lazzar panted, leaning against the storage locker door. She clenched her fist, struggling against the urge to dive fingers beneath the skirt. That was not how a good maid would behave. And, if there was no one to punish a bad maid, she might as well endure it and enjoy the desperation. A little camera droid made sure to capture the dark splot of desperation growing wider in the tiny little maid's underwear.<br/><br/>"Nnnh... You. Masters are so cruel. Can't a lowly little bunny servant even do her work anymore?" She whined, almost without a hint of theatrics. The plug reported the viewer's opinion with a violent vibration that took Lazzar's feet from her. She let out a moan, falling against the door. "No! Please. Have mercy masters. If I don't do my job I..."<br/><br/>The door slid open, recognizing Lazzar's presence. She thudded on the floor, squirming for show, being a suffering little bunny slave for the galaxy's benefit. Then, stopped. Blush and arousal remained the same, but her eyes and mouth widened with surprise as she stared at the feline stranger. A stranger! In the ship!<br/><br/>"Aa-" Fraggety frag! The horniness sapped her voice into a tiny whimper. Intruder! She wanted to shout, but couldn't get the warning out. The viewers turned her toys up a notch, thinking this was all part of the play. Lazzar's hips buckled upward to the buzz and terrible pressure in her rear. An involuntary moan escaped her instead of a demand for introduction that she had planned. She grunted, rolling on her stomach as her hands fumbled at the butt, trying in vain to pull out the inflated toy. Her ears were flat against the floor, but eyes beamed upward with their best attempt at a menacing stare. "Huu... Haa... Who... Who are- Ahh. Who are you?"<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/w9MHRLug.png)<br/><div align="center">Orumin</div></div>Orumin put a hand on her chest, smiling with pride. "Thanks babe. Gotta do your best, right? And I really really love that stuff. It's so fun to pretend posh." She chomped down on another spoonful before continuing. "Together? You don't want to be an obedient little lizard? Would have been so cute."