<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/c1155d04de2b39664f1504c25a968865/tumblr_oxm48fTwCJ1ryo1oxo1_1280.gif)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Nevaeh Aoi</span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Nevaeh began to think of what kind of maid uniform she could wear when they setup for the next party. French maids were the fetish, but she was going to add a bit of a science fiction twist to it. Latex versions of the outfit were done to death. Maybe if she modified some armor, she could be a functional combat maid. A sly little smile was forming on the android’s face as a green tail touched across her skin.<br/><br/>It snapped her back to reality where she looked over to Radok. The smile on her face retreated a tad. Radok was a good friend to have down in the engineering and science bays. “Did I?” Nevaeh tried to put on a face that looked shocked or surprised. No one would have believed her. But since her expressions were much more stiff than a human or organic being they might. “Next time I think I might need an invite. I have all sorts of new toys that might need to put through their paces. And I think I know just the person to put them through those paces.” Nevaeh was openly smiling now.<br/><br/>Once food was present, Nevaeh began to consume it. Every one of her motions was efficient with very little wasted energy. Her fork and knife went down. And they returned with food brought to bright succulent lips that were slightly parted to receive it. An average of 16 chews later, she swallowed with everyone able to see the slight knot in her throat as she swallowed it down. This continued until all of the food on her plate was gone. Once that happened, she laid her fork and knife on top crossed over each other. She then leaned back in her seat to wait for the others.<br/><br/>“I will go as a maid. And if you need someone to design a custom dildo or find one with really special features, I can help with that.” Nevaeh pulled up a holographic screen in the air before her. Opening it up to the galactic net, she went to a rankings site. On it were the list of all the Icons and their monthly rating. She did not scratch the top of that list. Nevaeh did not need to or want to. If her captain ordered her to seek it out, she would. But much like this briefing was teaching her, to be on top would pain too big a target on her. So like anyone planning to kidnap top Icons, she went to the girl on the top of the ranking list.<br/><br/>“I will need to be given his parameters. What are his likes, dislikes, and of course if he has them, any specific requests? If I am to help with navigation then I will need to plot out the best course to capture these Icons to bring them to him.” While Smikey had not specified it was the model at the very top, Neveah was already looking at her profile. It of course would give Neveah basic information such as the girl’s home planet, last show, number of fans, and just who she worked for. All important information if one were to be planning a mission to kidnap her. Since Nevaeh was at the breakfast table, she did not pull up the girls shows yet. As number 1, she was bound to have some cool toys that Nevaeh did not have. And so she did not want to get caught up in shopping. She had work to do.