Zenobia grins. "As much as I'd like to suggest something horrendously slutty, it wouldn't be a good idea. I'd say stick with your current style, just higher quality garments. I'd suggest wearing pants, but we both know that argument wouldn't go anywhere. Why do you like the skirts so much?"
“...I actually like you a lot, you know.” She debated in her head, what he said. They had just finished, but were already back to groping at each other. “But the thing is...I’ve already rushed into things enough in my younger years before. If we’re going to be serious, then we should be absolutely certain, we’re ready. Are you going to tell me that no one, no one else, has caught your eye?” Her fingers slithered down to his groin to just lightly dance over his crotch. “Although...I’ve never actually been that caught up in controlling what my partner does or doesn’t do....” This might have sounded like Dannan was for an open relationship style. She was, though not for the reasons most people would have. “Besides, I’ll still always be the one you crawl back to in the end, won’t I?”
"You want more?" DT-L30 stops using the Force, using both of his hands to grab onto her hips to keep her steady. As he begins thrusting his hips forward, his meatpole slamming against her cervix. Until finally, he once again blows his load. Pumping his spunk directly into her womb.
Loreley laughed, 'Good, make sure you don't get any STDs from all those girls on Alderaan.' She gave him a kiss on the cheek, 'Good night, see you tomorrow.' She went towards the showers, swaying her hips for his viewing pleasure. After a nice shower, Loreley went back to the sleeping hall looking for a place to settle in for the night.
"You wouldn't believe how many enemies that captured you, want to have you screwed. My pants usually ended up ripped and in pieces - with skirts I don't have those problems." Gailte looked over Zenobia "And do you have something slutty?" She grinned then shook her head. "Do you have any suggestions for that operation or a plan?"
He shakes his head. "I'm not a kid. I've been with plenty of women, I don't just run off with a new one every week. There's no one else that drives me crazy like you do." His hands wrap around her waist and touch her ass. "How about this? If you feel like screwing someone else, I won't be pissed. If you run off with someone else, I will. Same in reverse. Sound fair?"
"Ah, yes, Countess! Follow me, please." He leads her party to a curtained off area. "Your host will be here soon. Would you care for anything? Champagne? Entertainment? If you'd care to bid, you can do so from here as well". He gestures to a screen showing the slave auctions.
The room is empty besides Meera, who lies asleep, having drifted off as soon as her head hit the pillow. All the other beds are unoccupied.
Paz unlocks The Door and heads back in The Cockpit. "How are we doing? Long until we arrive at Ryloth?"
Zenobia grins. "Believe me, I can imagine". She thinks. "I don't have a plan, per se. If my informant gives good information, I'll tell you which hyperspace lane Mothma is travelling on. Don't worry, you'll be the only one. I intend to uphold our agreement".
Yasmeena gives him a neutral look, and kisses him as he sits down. "Uhh, I think it should be around...15 minutes."
Loreley went to the bathroom and did her evening toiletries, before heading for the bed next to Meera's. She stripped down to her knickers and got under the sheets, soon drifting off to sleep too.
“We’ll just see where things go.” Giving a nod, she explored his mouth again for a seconds, still rubbing more soap into his body. “Mm, next time, I’ll rub you down....without using any hands.” While she was tempted to just never let him leave the shower, they still had other things to do, so she was forced to turn the water off, but not before giving his bottom a solid squeeze and grabbing a towel to hand him. “What’s next on the agenda, captain?” It felt a little silly to call him that while still completely nude in front of him. Turning away to get a towel of her own, she was deliberate in how slow she walked, sticking out her rear much more than she had to as she grabbed one for herself, and started to clean herself up.
"Still stings, but it should be better soon. How did you go with that Mandalorian? That mustn't have been easy".
He stares at her body, but seems unphased otherwise. "Well, we have to deliver Art down to Ryloth, and check in with the boss. He'll probably give us a job after that."
"So do I." Gailte grins. "Once we have Mon Montma..." She shakes her head. "Let's not go to far, to fast. So, when do you think we should depart?" Gailte stood beside Zenobia and waited for the Aide to turn to the notes. As it looked that Aide will take some time making notes, Gailte put her hand on Zenobia's ass, and slid two fingers under her lineage, into her pussy. She then started whispering into the woman's ear. "Now, keep your composture - we don't want to traumatize your aide, with a sight of admiral's face screwed in pleasure as she climaxes. Now, you said something about the horrendously slutty outfit - do make sure to put an order on one - you will be wearing it, tonight." She made sure to observe Aide and remove her hand before the imperial turned around.
"If You think I killed him i must disappoint You. And it was the Right thing to do. I think He even Helped Us to get out of The Factory"
