<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/20288c22b76ab22d34a1cb2afebe091d/tumblr_ob7liqF6RU1tk4029o1_540.jpg)</div>Tawny yawned, stretched, and blinked blearily. Her last couple credits had gone towards luxury, of course; there's no telling hwen she might get the chance again. The finest bed that Friendship 2 had for rent, lined with velvety covers and soft pillows. And the best company, too. Tawny's lips curled into a smile as she watched her evening companion sleep still. She was tempted to lean over and tease one of the mi-mo's lavender thighs, to wake her up for some morning play...<em>but</em>Tawny had an appointment. She yawned and stretched languidly again, ending with a little rowl before slithering out of bed to get dressed.<br/><br/>So it was she found herself walking towards the docking bay. No, not walking,<em>strutting</em>, her natural grace combining with the snug contours of her zero-suit, and the already-light gravity of hte space station itself just all combined to put her on her best. At either hip were her vintage six-shooters, and on her back was a satiny travel-bag, containing her more casual clothes, massage equipment, and at least three week's salary worth of music disks.<br/><br/>She paused at the ship, the corner of her lips curling upward in a half-grin.<strong>"Red ones go faster. Cool!"</strong><em>Ah</em>, that's who she's looking for! Tawny moved her way toward the Orx, cocked her hip and brought a hand to her shoulder in salute.<strong>"Permission to climb aboard, captain. I have all the... stuff you requested."</strong>She hefts the satchel meaningfully; there's a clinking from all the little bottles inside.<br/><br/>Once granted permission, she enters the ship, blinking her golden eyes as her pupils widened in the change of lighting. Her pink nosed twitched, collecting all the little scents of her new home... and those scents' owners. Despite herself, a low, rumbling purr began in the back of her throat, her tail curling behind her as she prowled towards the bridge.