<strong>Vercile V.</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BSzwfHb.jpg)</div><br/>A pair of soft and delicate hands working in tandem, trailing fingertips from the nape of her neck downwards. Hands clasped around soaked strands bundled together, holding lengthy golden blonde locks by her side while staring without emotion towards the running water below. Lips parted taking and releasing slow breaths, her partner's fingertips inching downwards with each sensation a slice of pure heaven. Considering their day, the hot water would have been enough to calm her strains along side any scum obstructing her perfectly fair skin. With the addition of the Sylph Morph's aide, Vercile was struggling to recall the accounts of the day and losing herself from thought into the sensations presented upon her flesh. When reaching beneath the low of her back, the same pair of delicate hands groping and kneading at the blonde's rather plump cheeks. A soft sigh with an small uttering glimpse of a pleasurable moan pressed past her lips, fair cheeks sinking into a soft pink causing her eyes to close into a narrow daze.<br/><br/>The blonde hair released upon the request of her companion, her voice musical, tender, yet commanding and with what the fury morph felt to be vindication side by side with a stinging slap upon her rear. Her feet parting shoulder width apart before bending over, left hand spread out and planted upon the wall, while the right forearm hugged the wall. Long locks cascaded down her shoulder and side, her head buried within the frame her arms created while a glazed stare continued to peer at the floor. The fury morph's heart began to pound within her chest, she could feel what was coming and much to her dismay had been the best way to relieve the stresses of her job. The world, the galaxy, had become much larger ans as her doings in a past life had been straining enough as were; it was now a much larger more dangerous place.<br/><br/>With the Sylph bending over besides her, lips to ear with a sultry soft whisper. God did she had it when Lucy made her choose, as if she enjoyed degrading her with this "process". "Don't do this..." The faintest of whispers, a true struggle in her otherwise sound mind. Vercile was a strong independent woman in the past, willed, determined, mindful, focused and centered, a true hero for the underdog. Again to her dismay, Lucy received a message which would either distract her form her present doings in the shower, or not. Either way it hadn't been a easy "revival" for Vercile, but then again her strength had been the reason Lucy picked her up. Lucy had been much the brains of their partnership, among a great deal of other things regarding today times. Where Vercile had been to put simply; the muscle and the figure. Her combative skills in fire arms and unarmed close quarters were a tribute to her investigative and persuasion techniques. But nothing seemed to compare to her ability to flirt, showing off some skin in the right manner always lead the pair into what they needed when faced with certain challenges... though not without the drawback of knowledge, knowing full well what her body was once used for. Suffice to say, the pros were only as bright as the cons were dim.