An Interview with Fornax
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				Title: <strong>An Interview with Fornax</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 04:19:22</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Interview with Fornax</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>28-10-2012, 11:01:48</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100501221954/masseffect/images/f/f2/Illium_1.png)</div><br>Dominic Falland gazed out of the thick, thermal-resistant plaza window at the glittering spires of Nos Astra, reaching into the sky in an image so perfect that it might have been hand-crafted by the Illium Tourist Authority – and triggered his kitch-reaction almost hard enough to make him retch. Still, it was the kind of thing that editors loved, a little backdrop to the subject of an article, and he glanced up at his hovering companion. <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8469/8130235680_f92b1c41eb_n.jpg)</div>“Take a shot, Terry.”<br><br>The camera drone's Virtual Intelligence burbled and bleeped as it scanned the cityscape, measuring vectors, applying the golden ratio and aesthetic algorithms gleamed from datamining the ExtraNet, picked its framing and composition and took a holo. Falland barely glanced at the sleek image of aspirational towers and gleaming arcologies before turning from the vista and towards the entrance to T'Shana Towers.<br><br>It amused him that an all-female species built such jutting, void-scraping edifices; subconsciously, they must know what they were missing. Still, it was an impressive structure and quite a place to call home or workplace – or both – given the credits per square meter ratio he'd glanced at in the local newsfeeds on the journey over. As befitted a veritable legend in the adult publishing business; Illarya T'Shana was a multi-instance cover girl, a dancer, an escort – an occasional mercenary, if some of the rumours were to be believed – and a renowned dominatrix. Falland wasn't impressed; a whore was a whore was a whore, however you dressed her up. In fact, he rather hoped the Matriarch was expecting him to be awed and deferential... it would be fun to disabuse her of that notion.<br><br>The sensors at the doors picked him up, and the receptionist Juna Lehoss keyed him in. Falland strutted through the doors, turning on his best charming smile as he approached the marble arc of the desk and eyed the young asari stationed there appreciatively. “Dominic Falland, <em>Fornax</em>. I'm expected.” Terry drifted through the air after him, and the man leaned slightly on the desk, helping himself to an eyeful of blue cleavage as she consulted her mistress' schedule. “You know, you've got a little something special going on there, sweetheart” Falland said, gesturing at Juna from scalp-crests to stylish shoes. He flicked his wrist, sending an private ID tag from his omni-tool to her computer. “Give me a call if you ever fancy taking a few test shots. A lot of people would like to see more of you... me included.” He winked wickedly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Interview with Fornax</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>28-10-2012, 22:48:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The foyer of T’Shana Towers was an illustrious mix of culture, class, and decadence. The features were done in polished marble, cut into the modern asari curves and designs of the current Council Era. It was like walking into a reception hall on Thessia itself, only most of the asari homeworld wouldn’t have such erotic decoration. The soft neon colored lighting associated with some species’ erogenous sensations mixed with the deep blue hue of the floor-to-ceiling fish tank containing a collection of colorful creatures on the far wall. <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0b/JunaBack.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Juna Lehoss was reviewing client documents and lists when the door chime alerted her to a patron entering the building. She closed the interface on her terminal, then greeted the man with a natural smile as the front doors slid open. It blended welcoming warmth with an air of allure. Matriarch T’Shana was very clear on her instructions to be as appealing and friendly as possible with clients. The foyer VI, sensing a male presence, generated immaculate asari bodies on screens that seemed to step right off into the foyer, striking beckoning poses in a variety of skimpy outfits.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Juna, the only real asari in the room, was no more dressed than her ethereal sisters. Illium’s standard laws held little sway within T’Shana’s property, which meant the form-fitting fishnet bodysuit she wore was perfectly legal. It revealed her body almost completely, the back and arms bare; with nothing covering her chest, her breasts sat bare and supported in the halter-top netting, with only the thinnest of thong undergarments to protect her modesty.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even if Dominic Falland hadn’t introduced himself, she would have known who he was. The columnist from <em>Fornax</em> had been expected for several weeks, and he had arrived exactly on time. T’Shana was to be featured in her fourth issue of the galactic-sized adult media kingpin. “Mr. Falland,” she greeted with the traditional asari nod and bow, maintaining her smile. “A pleasure to meet you. I am Juna Lehoss, Matriarch T’Shana’s personal secretary, and let me welcome you to the T’Shana Towers.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She consulted her terminal again and pressed one of the holographic buttons. Silently and hidden, detectors scanned his body for any weapons, hidden or otherwise. The scan came back nearly empty, flagging only a few items that were deemed improvisational weapons: writing utensils, the pointed edge of something in his pocket. She cleared the results and felt his eyes run up and down her form, then shifted her body to give him a better view. It belonged to T’Shana, and therefore was an instrument of advertisement.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At his offer, she gave a mischievous raise of her brow, pursing her lips into a smile, then glanced at his following camera as if it were going to take secret images. “How very flattering, Mr. Falland. I am, of course, in service to Matriarch T’Shana, though she can be very generous in how my services are…utilized.” The thin black choker that locked around her neck was for more than just for kinky show, but nonetheless, she returned a glance of her own up and down his body. For a human, he wasn’t all that bad looking.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The Matriarch is waiting for you in her penthouse.” She gestured to the elevator beside her desk. “Unless there is something else I can assist you with?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Interview with Fornax</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 20:04:32</strong>
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				The foyer's décor somehow managed to be both elegant and gaudy, like sleek chrome splashed with bright paint. Falland paid little attention to it, other than to note the hologramatic asari who gyrated and pouted out of the walls, apparently tailored to his biosignature; that was a nice touch. He wondered if a turian client would see slim-waisted females fluttering their mandibles alluringly, or if a krogan would be tempted with aggressive and hyper-fertile ogresses.<br><br>Most of his attention went to the delectable asari with the curves caught like fish in a net. She posed under his none-too-subtle gaze, the shamelessness only adding to her appeal. A stir of interest ran through the human, a faint pleasant bristling of nerves as she mentioned 'utilising her services'. It looked like the Matriarch's professional predilections ran to the way she ran her business, too. <em>Interesting</em>.<br><br>“That I will do, Juna,” he smiled, already mentally sizing her up for a full 3D centre-spread. Falland straightened, and gave a beckoning sweep of his hand to summon the camera drone to follow. He strolled across the foyer and in to the waiting doors of the elevator. “Always with the bloody elevators,” he muttered to Terry, and the drone bleeped in commiseration as the elevator's mass effect field kicked in and accelerated them inertialessly upwards. “Doesn't anyone build bungalows any more?”<br><br>The elevator was like a shard of crystal rising along the flank of T'Shana Towers, filling the skyline with a forest of other 'scrapers as the lower wards of the city fell away. Falland stared listlessly, mentally going over the last interview with the Matriarch in <em>Fornax</em> – written before he was even born. Time to break some new ground, and find out of the reality matched the legend.<br><br>Personally, he had his doubts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Interview with Fornax</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 22:07:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Dominic Falland moved towards the elevator, his eyes lingering on Juna’s mostly bare and netted form, she gave him one last alluring raise of her brow, along with a little rock of her hips as he passed by her desk. His camera followed him onto the lift, and it departed quickly towards the penthouse level. Juna keyed her interface.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Matriarch, Dominic Falland, the columnist from <em>Fornax</em>, is on his way up...”<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Thank you, Juna,” Illarya T’Shana (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Illarya_T%27Shana) said into her datapad. “Hold all calls until Mr. Falland departs this evening. I don’t want us to be disturbed.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>As you wish, Matriarch.</em>”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She closed the connection and set the datapad on the glass table between a set of chairs and a couch on the far side of her penthouse. The expansive first floor was decorated in trendy asari features; soft corners, rounded edges, and plenty of light. An entire wall of one way glass gave way to the vista of Nos Astra and its lighted veins of traffic. The whole of her penthouse was considered her den, but the level above, her bedroom, was truly the deepest and most sensual of the entire tower.<br><br>She closed her eyes and let the energy of the sprawling capital seep in through the glass. The vice and sin of <em>Fornax</em> was nothing new to her; she dealt in the very same vice and sin on a daily basis, but it was more than just a simple profession. It was life, and she turned it into art. Dominic Falland seemed to be the kind of human who dealt with the same. It wasn’t hard to have Juna forward some material on him from the extranet. He was a competent, decorated writer, and a curious mix of both honorable and lustful intentions. This had been an interview she had been looking forward to.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The elevator chimed in the small foyer just outside her penthouse. No doubt he had already seen the <em>Fornax</em> spread the week earlier, but she wore the same outfit she had slowly stripped out of through the course of the shoot. It was a spin-off of the traditional asari dancer skinsuit, only instead of a sheer, shimmering fabric of purple, it was a deep black fishnet. The garment had been altered so that a bare panel ran from her inner thighs and bare genitals to the top of the crease of her buttocks. Tall, spiked boots encompassed her feet, running to above the knee. A black corset gently, yet still firmly, cinched her waist, giving more curve to her figure, large bare breasts spilling out from cups cut into it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The air was filled with her scent; top shelf Serrice Council perfume, designed to stimulate the senses, as well as her unscented asari pheremones. She couldn’t help but lick her purple painted lips in anticipation as the door opened, and Dominic Falland stepped in. “Mr. Falland, a pleasure to meet you,” she greeted, then stepped up to him in two long, easy strides. She offered her hand in the traditional human greeting. “Matriarch Illarya T’Shana.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Interview with Fornax</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 21:04:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8034/8061691028_e2453fa71b.jpg)</div>The Matriarch's penthouse turned out to be strikingly dainty, for all its position perched amidst the rarefied air above most of the city. All smooth and curved and sleek, spacious and bright... Falland thought he must seem quite a contrast as he stepped out of the elevator. Harder and more angular and drabber, with his charcoal suit and fitted jacket. A masculine intrusion into this feminine sanctum. A faint grin jerked at one corner of his lips as he looked around the lavishly tasteful room; that image tickled him, and he made a mental note to use it in the piece.<br><br>Falland was quite familiar with his subject's body of work (and body), having perused her former and most recent pictorials in great depth... but images, holos and vids didn't do enough to prepare him for the sexual assault on stilettoes that was Matriarch T'Shana. It wasn't just her, even, but the entire scene, tailored to inflame and overwhelm; the subsonic harmonics of the echoes as she <em>tap-tap-tap</em>ped across the marble floor; the scents both conscious and neurochemical, making every breath a sensual experience; the way the light drew out different tones of blue in her flesh as she moved. Oh, yes, flesh... there was plenty of <em>that</em> on display, nothing hinted, nothing teased or withheld. The reality of the asari's sexuality presented itself boldly, confidently, and dared imagination to conjure anything that could come close.<br><br>Falland couldn't have stopped himself from surveying her even if he wanted to. Dark steel eyes widened as they ran down her body, her hips, her legs, then widened still further as they rose again and gazed shamelessly at the inviting exposure of her sex and breasts. <em>Damn</em>. Terry's VI automatically tracked its operator's eyeline, and so the drone seemed to lower its glassy stare at the same time, tracking over the sumptuous blue vista of sex and power.<br><br>The writer's throat clacked dryly, and he swallowed before trusting himself to speak. “I see your employees aren't the only ones who dress to titillate. Tell me, is this typical Matriarch leisure-wear, or did you dress up especially for this interview?” The suit might say pleasure, but the handshake was all business, and Falland habitually returned it with a bit of extra pressure and a step closer, trespassing the asari's personal space; behaviours that often helped surreptitiously intimidate interviewees, help him establish dominance, set the pace of the interview, before prying out their secrets. “Illarya. I've been looking forward to this.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Interview with Fornax</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 23:04:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The subtle, and not so subtle motions Dominic exuded weren’t lost on Illarya. She could recognize intimidation just as well as she gave it. Had she not known a little about him, she could have just chalked it up to both him being male and human; humans were widely regarded as an aggressive species, and while the stereotype had some merit, it was by far from the truth. It might have worked, had she been a human woman, or a maiden asari, but she was nearly a millennia his senior. After all, from the way his eyes moved and stared, he was drinking in her form just as much as a submissive would.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“As have I,” she replied smoothly. “While some may consider Fornax to be simple adult pornography, one cannot deny its popularity.” She removed her hand from his grip, her purple smile never wavering in its confidence, then turned to lead him deeper into the penthouse living room. Her hips swung in an easy stride, one hand resting on a curve. “And to answer your first question of the evening, I dress in the manner of how I desire. Asari matriarchs have been known to be<em> presentable </em>in their leadership. Should time allow, I would suggest stopping by Eternity for a drink. Matriarch Aethyta would be more than willing to elaborate.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She led him to the circle of chairs around the low table, gesturing with a hand that he may sit. The door to the foyer slid smoothly shut as both of them vacated the VI’s range. Marble turned to plush carpet and softer lighting, the windows still showing the sprawling sunset and lines of traffic. Illarya turned to the small wet bar, stocked with a variety of alcohol from a variety of different worlds and species.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“And speaking of such, may I offer you a drink? I have a fine vintage of Thessia Red…or perhaps you would prefer something a little stiffer? Brandy, Serrice Ice? Or a human variant? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Interview with Fornax</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 19:06:37</strong>
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				“I'd only object to the modifier 'simple',” the writer responded playfully, his fingers lingering on the back of T'Shana's hand as she pulled away. “I like to think we stimulate the more refined palate of perversion, too. Hopefully, that's what I'm here for.”<br><br>Falland gaze dropped as the matriarch turned, watching her stride away with that oddly provocative yet powerful hand-on-hip gait. His eyes particularly lingered on the unobstructed view of her magnificent ass, two lush blue moons in binary orbit as her legs strutted away. <em>Magnificent</em>. “This is Terry, by the way. I hope you don't mind that I brought a camera drone... I know you already did the pictorial for this issue, but I thought a few candid, cerebral shots would go well with the article. You know, T'Shana In Repose, the Thoughtful Matriarch, that sort of thing.” The drone chimed and bleeped, bobbing slightly in greeting as its name was mentioned.<br><br>He followed her to the chairs, the hard rap of shoes on marble fading instantly as they reached the carpet. The splendour of the vista and aesthetic elegance of the rooms were not lost on him, but Falland's attention was more focused on the asari, and he pounced on the way she stressed <em>presentable</em>. “Overly-concerned with appearances, you mean?” he queried, his eyes flitting over her garb and the strategic absense thereof. “Whereas you prefer to...? Show yourself as you are, and let others react as they will?” <em>Manipulate suckers with the T&amp;A show, just like every woman with the goods,</em> he thought to himself.<br><br>Falland smiled charmingly at the offer of a drink. “How can I say no? I hear good things about that ice brandy.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Interview with Fornax</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 23:06:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya smiled as she uncapped the rounded bottle of Serrice Ice Brandy. “I find natural reactions to be the best. No lies, no deceit, no charades; just natural chemistry…and sometimes the lack thereof…” The ice dispenser built into the side of the bar hummed quietly as it flash-froze a handful of cubes, which clinked as they fell into two short glasses. She tipped the bottle, pouring a smooth stream of deep, velvety blue liquor, topping off both glasses equally. “And as a dominatrix, a client’s natural reaction can be a form of control, to further their experience into their submission. We are sometimes slaves to our own desires.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She turned smoothly, both glasses in her hands as she swayed back to the couches and chairs, glancing at ‘Terry’ the camera drone. The drone held no shred of useable emotion or desire, but the use of VIs, machines, omnitools, and a host of other tech was nothing foreign to her sessions. Interfaces that reacted and budgeted themselves to a client’s – or her own – pleasure.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She offered him the glass, and then clinked the rims. “May the Goddess smile upon you,” she said, reciting the traditional asari toast, then sipped. The brandy was stiff, with a slight burn as it went down her throat. After licking her purple lips, she settled into one of the loveseats, crossing one long leg over the other. “Why don’t you have a seat, Mr. Falland, so we can begin?”<br>
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