<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Location; </strong>The Line, Galley, currently heading to Shadow.<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Braxton, Lance, anyone else in the Galley.  Open.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/57cb5d7320db1c1b7bbda4383a6bbbe3-1.jpg) <br/><br/>Finally, satisfied with his musings, Braxton turned to Mya. His hand under the table was still stroking her inner thigh, keeping her aroused and off balance. <br/><em>“You really are my kind of flavor, Mya.”</em><br/><br/>The comment in her ear made a small twist of a grin form at the edge of her lips as her body tingled all over as Braxton's hand slipped further up her inner thigh.  She dared not show the full extent of her pleasure or humiliation at the fact that everyone at the table must know what was going on.  She tried controlling her breathing, focusing on her plate of food and not on catching anyone's attention.  For a few moments she had thought that the tension at the table was merely due to the connection between Braxton's hand and her body, but she soon started to realize slowly looking around the table how the tension seemed  to flow between the Captain and Serenity.  <br/><br/>Mya grinned, there were certainly points of tension with this crew.  Between the general feeling of pity or support for Elfi and the obvious tension surrounding Alliance and Independence points of view it wasn't hard to see how this crew could tear itself apart given the right circumstances.  But Mya also knew a little something about mass psychology and the need for even people with differing points of view to seek out groups who provided some sense of security or adventure.  Mya was living proof of that dichotomy of ideals.  She had grown up in the Core and believed that the Alliance was the best thing for everyone, but she also lived in a world were proper society doesn't mix too well in public with her way of thinking.<br/><br/>She continued to eat, watching the people around the table, trying to seem them more as equals and friends than as people she was supposed to serve.  She knew that one day her status would change on the ship whether she decided to pay off her debt or not and the first thing that she hoped for was a chance to decide for herself where she belonged without circumstance forcing her decision.  Looking around the room she caught Lance's eye for a short moment before looking back towards her plate.  She made it a point to keep an eye on Braxton, to see if he noticed the looks or faces she made.  She noticed he was again preoccupied with Serenity and the crew to notice her other than his hand inside her thigh, driving her body mad with lust.<br/></div>