"Oh-" The man moaned, his voice filled with disappointment. "Ah, yes. My apologies." He said as he started putting on his clothes. "Anyway... How much did we agreed on?" He asked as he pulled on his trousers, his eyes still moving over her lines.
For all the elation and excitement that her pheromones are producing, Seri knows it’s not much more than a Zeltron trick. Even as the women move and squirm around her, on her, she feels cold inside. She doesn’t know what can fix her, but she knows it isn’t this. Gently, she guides the Togrutan’s head toward one of the human women, encouraging. Carefully, she unpicks herself from the tangle of flesh, glancing back at their entwined bodies and feeling only a ripple of unease. “I just need to… clear my head.” She lies with a bright smile, pulling herself to her feet. A shower. If she can find a shower on this awful ship, she can wash away what she’s done, surely.
"Yhm~" The Torguta squirmed, whimpering with disappointment as she was pulled away from Zeltron's red flesh, just as she was about to move her head between her thighs. Seri got up, leaving the women tangled up on bed, refusing either cuddles or sex. Instead, she left them drunk with pheromones, coiling on bed, kissing... She had no doubt, that soon the women would be more passionate about each other. Gasps, moans and smell of sex filled the air. She closed the cell behind. As she walked around the ship, she found a sonic shower near crew's quarters... She suspected there would be a normal shower in Captain's quarter, one with water.
Seri takes a breath, unsure of herself, but less liable to fall to pieces - for now. Another time, she might be gasping and giggling back in the room, but right now, she can’t imagine being touched anytime soon. She finds she’s settled into a numbness, the horrors of just a few minutes ago now distant and muted. She makes her way as best she can through the ship, keeping her eyes peeled for the Captain’s quarters. All the while though, she stays alert, checking behind her frequently, half expecting angry hands to seize her once more.
Nami’s stomach churns with conflicted feelings. Dismay at disappointing him, frustration that he got to cum and she has to walk away without— But today has all been too much and she can feel exhaustion threatening to overtake her. She tries to hide all that as she leans in to kiss his cheek. “I’ll make it up to you,” she whispers. “Ah – how much…?” Oh, yes. The food purchase, what this was all about. A further flutter inside as she wonders if she could push her luck, try to get more…but she can’t bring herself to chance ruining everything. “F-fifty. I think it was fifty credits?”
As Seri makes her way through the ship, she walks past various cells, meeting several women here and there, talking even laughing. No one stopped her. She was met with polite nods, smiles... But also blank looks, hunted faces... Soon, she reached the captain's quarters. The door opened easily allowing her to enter empty room.
The man nodded his head absently, a smile spreading when Nami suggested a next time was on the table. "50 credits for a crate." He agreed easily. He waved his hand. "That one?" He asked as he pointed at sizeable crate filled with spacer rations - food of poor taste, but one that could easily feed the crew for a couple of days. It was also a box of a size and weight that presented a problem to transport. Even two of them together, Kaelaen and Naim, would not be able to carry it back.
Seri does her best to avoid eye contact with any of the others for too long. She’s beginning to feel the prickling of shame once more, her emotions in a roiling state of flux. Once she finds the captains quarters, she ventures in uncertainly, calling out a cautious “Hello? Anyone here?” She hugs the walls, moving around to where the bathroom must be, ready to bolt at a motions notice.
Nami nods, counting out the credits. “Oh, yes – good choice!” All right, it might not be fresh or exciting, but what matters is getting everyone a solid meal. Luxury will have to wait a little while, for her and for the others. She strokes the merchant’s arm as she puzzles over the logistics. “Do you have a – a droid, maybe, to help us carry it…? Just as far as our ship.”
Seri slid into the quarter, carefully, almost skittishly, she found the room empty. There was a smell, she could not place hanging in the air. As she walked around, Seri soon realised that the room was empty, there was a bed, shelf with trinkets, desk with chair and datapads on it, and there was a door to bathroom further away.
The man looked at the crate and frowned. "No, I usually use the trolley I have - " He winced. "But, I can't part with it. I need it her for work." He appologised.
Tense and twitchy, Seri casts her eyes over the desk. Is this really somewhere she should be poking around in? If she’s sensible, she should just use the shower and try to wash away the guilt. But she isn’t sensible, is she. She takes a few steps, then leans over the desk, scanning her eyes over the datapads, checking for anything that might be useful.
“Oh, that’s all right.” Nami tries to hide her disappointment. Weariness and frustration, mostly with herself at this point, hide behind her smile. “We’ll work something out—” She does a quick check that she’s presentable. “Be right back!” She heads over to rejoin Kaelaen. Hands clasped to herself to stop them shaking. Bracing herself for whatever questions, whatever judgement, she has coming to her.
