"Mhmm. I bet Meera will also be taking some shore leave. Probably until she can get used to her new arm." DT-L30 chuckled, "That and it's basically her new "toy," though she'll want to learn to use it first."
The night brother looks at Meetra, nodding. He leads the two women across the bridge, into the mouth of a cave, through tunnels carved into the rock. Eventually, the three enter a bedchamber lit by candles. The night brother looks at the women, a large bulge forming his pants. Meetra yelps as he grabs the redhead, kissing her hard, his hand reaching out to touch her breasts. "You have a fine slave, night sister. You did well in taming her".
Song chuckles as well. After a few minutes, a doctor approaches and tells them that they can enter. Meera lies inside, sleek looking metal arms attached to her shoulders. She tries and fails to pick up a plastic cup, unable to fully close her fingers. She looks up. "Hey, guys".
Loreley gave Tarrik a kiss on each cheek and smiled, 'Sure, we're good.' She shook the twins hands and smirked, 'Hello, guys. I've heard so much about you, pleasure to meet you.' She looked to Tarrik, 'What did you have planned? I'll follow your lead.'
“She is yours to please brother” Vahlia responds undressing as she watches him handle her slave. She is turned on by the scene in front of her and plans to jump in shortly.
The mirialans lead the group into the entertainment district, heading into a club called Messiah. As the bouncers let them in, trading jokes with the brothers, Tarrik tells Loreley that this is one of the most exclusive clubs on Coruscant. Surrounded by the thumping bass, one of the green men asks Loreley if she wants a drink, heading up into the VIP section. She sees several important figures, including an Admiral, seated between two Twi'leks who lavish him with attention.
He pushes Meetra to the ground, fishing out his large, fat dick. He slaps the redhead's face with his length, and then presses forwards into her mouth. He's initially gentle, but as she gets accustomed to his length, he begins to fuck her face. His eyes rove across Vahlia's naked body as he face fucks the slave.
Loreley smiled at Tarrik, 'I didn't know you were a high-class party girl. I feel really underdressed.' She nodded to one of the Vakaro brothers, 'Yeah, I'd love a drink.' And then to Teal, 'What do you think? Cool place?'
"Tease" Gailte smirked. Commodore nods as she finishes her meal. Then she starts slowly sipping wine. "Since we are currently on top of our popularity, have you thought about creating our own clique?"
Zenobia drinks as well, pressing down on the lower setting of the vibrator. "A clique? What do you mean, exactly? You want to gather officers that are amenable to us?"
DT-L30 entered Meera's room, placing the fruits, and flowers on a nearby table. "So, how do you feel with your new arms?"
Gailte straightens as she feels the toy start vibrating in her. It was lightly teasing her, and that was all, but it was enough to turn her on. She relaxed and answered her companion. "Yes. Our continued existence depends on Tarkin staying in Emperor's favour. He is pillar that support's us. Should he fall out out of favour, as unlikely as it is, we would fall with him. That's why, while we have the renown and reputation, we should create another pillar to support us." Gailte explains.
Loreley thanked the Mirialan for the drink, 'Thanks, I'll buy the next round of drinks.' She nodded to Teal, 'Yeah, not really my style either. I prefer concerts, but this is alright too.' She followed Tarrik and the Mirialans to a free VIP booths, and they sat down. Tarrik between her Mirialan twin friends, and Loreley between one brother and Teal. She clinked her glass with everyone and took a sip.
Vahlia presses her hand down to her vagina and rubs it feverishly watching him fuck her slave roughly. Her other hand squeezes one of her erect tits. She is growing very wet below excited by the scene. She faintly moans desiring his cock in her “fuck me master night brother.” She walks toward him grabbing his head she passionately kisses him hungry to have him deep inside her.
“Of course, expecting him to be entirely useful, wouldn’t be good. The plan of extracting Cyrus will still work if we send a small team to move quickly, but it just means we can’t use the ideal scenario. If he gets discovered, there is a strong possibility he will willingly sell us out....but that can be useful without him realizing it.” Not bothering to wholly explain what she means, Dannan began to walk away. The consortium didn’t kill their own...but stormtroopers could. If something went wrong and Art was captured or killed, it wouldn’t really matter. Either he’d die, eliminating him as a future problem or he’d be useful in one way or another and if he did, there would be the perfect excuse to keep him away from the ship, when he’s made out to be a hero, or as a traitor on the consortium’s shitlist. With that in mind, she walked off the brig to find him doing nothing too important. Dannan gave him a once over. “Art. I was wondering if you’d....actually, no forget it. It’s a stupid thing to ask.”
She looks at the gifts. "Thanks. They're beautiful". She reaches for one of the fruits but can't get a good grip on it, sending it hurtling across the floor. "Well, they're a little hard to get used to, and I'm not sure about the look. I'm getting fake skin over them at some point, to make them look real".
