Eanne hears low moans before the cell door is even open, and when it does, she sees that her choice of torture has proven effective. Zakira sits covered in sweat, and flushed, juices running readily down her legs. "W-Well hello, there..." She breathes, trying to maintain an air of playfulness.
“Enjoying yourself, I see.” Eanne smirked. “Well, I guess I'll leave you to it. See you tomorrow, Zakira... or the day after tomorrow... or whenever I am able to visit you again...” She turned around, ready to leave unless the bound woman wanted to say anything.
Eanne smirked but said nothing. Leaving the bound woman behind she headed back to her quarters to get some rest.
"For now, I plan on resting, making sure a planet is secure is hard work after all. But once that's done, I'll be fishing for Jett. But if a certain Kratt gets hooked as well. Fufu. That would be wonderful." Vizelle grins, taking Lorena's hand, and sending a jolt of psionic lust, enough to make the brothel owner orgasm.
Spoiler: Lorena's Composure D100: 31+15 (Veteran Courtesan)=46 (Fail) Lorena's head rolls back and she lets out a lewd moan, as she begins to cum. "Aaah... Naughty..." She chuckles.
Seeing her cum, Vizelle smirks, "But of course. Working with me not only has monetary benefits after all." She hummed, "Now then. Before we our business talk. How would you like to start the very first brothel in my planet?" She grins as she gave the offer.
Thanks to the restful sleep the next day Eanne felt relaxed and ready to get to work. First she checked if there were any messages for her, then ordered to have breakfast prepared and brought to her quarters. While waiting she considered her next move. I should order a full check of the ships we have here in case something was sabotaged, whether by Zakira or by someone else. Then we should make sure we are fully supplied: fuel, food, weapons and ammo, medical supplies... everything, just in case. After that... it might be a good idea to try and find out more about Zakira and how she got here. If she arrived using her own ship we might be able to find something there – if we can locate it.
Vladimir's eyes followed Admiral Atrax's ass as she walked away and his cock throbbed in need of attention as a result. He ignored it and returned to his task, but his iron hard dick would not diminish. Once he'd finished polishing his armor, he sat on the cold floor or his room and attempted to calm himself. That didn't work either, when his eyes shut all he saw was Atrax's impressive bust and her curvaceous backside. When the call came that the fleet was approaching Lars III he donned his armor once again and set out for the hanger bay. His rigid member pressed against his codpiece uncomfortably and he cursed his body's betrayal of him.
Lorena smirks. "I'd say I'd be providing a vital service. Plus, I can't say I dislike the thought of having a monopoly."
A servant enters the room, and after a guard tastes some of the food, Eanne is able to have breakfast. She's also handed a report, stating that no signs of sabotage were discovered. Zakira managed to sneak aboard the ship using a speeder, which has since been impounded.
A speeder, huh... Well, let's have a look at it and see if there's anything to find. Eanne decided as she finished her breakfast.
After what seems like an eternity of longing, Vladimir finally hears the klaxons sound, as the Nightfall Fleet reaches its destination. On his way to the hangar, Lord Noctis is able to look out of one of the observation windows, and outside, he sees the planet of Lars III. The planet was once an idyllic beauty, human settlements carefully maintained to ensure that the fertile farmlands weren't disturbed, allowing it to provide food throughout the sector. Now, though, great sections of the planet are aflame, ravaged by marauding demon armies. As he reaches the hangar, seeing his troops assembled in front of their landing craft, Vladimir hears Artax's voice on comms. "Incoming transmission from the planet." There's a click as the channel changes, and a different female voice sounds, muffled by static. "This is...need reinforcements...-most overrun..." There's white noise, as the signal is cleared up. "-I repeat, this is Lieutenant Vergas of the 3rd Company...We're being overrun by demon forces at the Xavros Pass. If we fall, the Pelian Fields burn, and the planet starves. I repeat, is there anyone out here? We need help!"
"Just be warned, the soldiers I posted there are quite rough. Fufu. And I did promise them a discount, so I will be paying you a subsidy." Vizelle hummed, "Or, you can think of the discount as a way to ensure the girls, and the establishment's security."
After breakfast, Eanne gets to see the speeder, which now rests in the hangar. "Strange..." Bec notes. "This model is meant for harsh environments, not built up cities." She's quiet for a few moments. "Generally, these are packaged on exploration ships. Older ones."
"Indeed, as long as those men are aware that if they harm my girls, they'll die." Lorena shrugs. "Deal."
"Oh don't worry. My boys can be rough, but they're not violent. Unless its toward my enemy." Vizelle grins, "Now then, that's enough for business talks." She cooed, finishing her drink. "So, you already have a glimpse of what I can achieve. Yet I haven't had the pleasure of experiencing what you, and your girls can do."
“Well, for now have the speeder fully searched for any clues that might be there. After that we will try to figure out where it came from – it obviously did not fly to the planet on its own.” Eanne instructed as she examined the rather small machine.
"Sett!" Lorena claps her hands, and the pink haired courtesan reenters the room. "Our guest needs tending to." Sett grins, striding over to Vizelle. "I hope I'm to your satisfaction?" She smirks, sitting down next to the sorceress, her hands beginning to roam.
