The woman examines the camera, nodding. "Indeed. I've never heard of these Sidonis people, though." Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 69 (nice)+15 (Bionic Eye)= 84 (Pass) Following back the indentations, Xavier spots scuff marks, like those from a polished boots, on the balcony outside the window, leading to the balcony beside it, which belongs to the master bedroom. Xavier deduces that the killer was in the master bedroom, before moving across the small gap between balconies, and entering the office that way. Going back and examining the corpse, Xavier sees that the eyes of the logistics officer are strange. Even for a corpse, the pupil is spread bizarrely wide, the rest of the eye extremely red and dry. No, not dry, the admiral notes. Burnt. Examining the scalp, he spots that the man's hair was thick, but a part in the center is significantly shorter, as if the hair had been ripped out.
"You move fast, don't you?" Amara chuckles, before turning around so that her back is facing Eanne. "Not that I mind, though. In the navy we have a saying: 'eat now, and eat 'till your full, because you never know when or if you'll get another meal'. I apply that philosophy to all aspects of life." She squeezes Eanne's thigh.
“Well, normally I don't move this fast, but ever since I saw you I have been wondering...” Eanne put her hands on Amara's shoulders and began massaging slowly “...what you taste like and if you look as good out of your clothes as you do in them...” She put more pressure as she massaged her guest, trying to find any particular spots that required her attention. She now she resisted the temptation to start groping Amara's boobs.
The officer's shoulders are rather tense, and the white haired woman exhales in satisfaction as Eanne begins to press down. "Mmmh, maybe you will... But nothing in this world is free, my lady..." She reaches back, rubbing between Eanne's legs through the fabric of her dress. "If you want me to show you mine, I'll want to see yours, too."
Xavier was no medical expert, while he could see the signs he had no real clue how they came to be. Some sort of psionic attack on the man? He turned to the officer, 'His eyes are strange and a bit of hair is missing from his scalp, make sure they have a good, long look at that during the autopsy.' 'The killer must've entered over the balcony from the master bedroom, I'll head over there to check it as well,' Xavier said, moving out of the office towards the adjacent bedroom.
“Indeed, nothing is free.” Eanne smirked as she put more pressure on Amara's tense shoulders, massaging the tension away. “Sadly, there's less than an hour before dinner so our time is limited, but after that... I'll be happy to show you mine if you show me yours...” She leaned closer to whisper in Amara's ear. “How am I doing so far? Any specific spots you want me to... massage?”
"Haaahn." Feeling her stocking-clad legs buckle under her, she couldn't help but be impressed at the orb's creator. "Fuu. To have me feeling like this." She sighed, feeling her crotch grow damp. Though she had an inkling to the creator's signature, she still had no idea where to find him. "Hahn. With that." She gulped, unsure whether she was peering into it for the investigation, or to feel more of the pleasure. Vizelle attempts one last invasion to find where the orb originated from, or where the officer received it.
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 47+15 (Bionic Eye)=62 (Pass) Heading into the bedroom, Xavier notes indentations of footprints heading out to the balcony. He also notices that the bedsheets are tossed as though two people had been using the bed, but doesn't spot any signs that the victim had an official spouse or partner.
Amara chuckles. "Oh, you're doing well, but you can feel free to be a little more adventurous." She massages Eanne's clit through the dress.
Perhaps the killer was a woman? First seducing him, compelling him to alter the shipments and then murdering the man to silence him as a witness? Xavier had a look around the bedroom, trying to find some clue to who the murderer or the logistics officer's 'playmate' was.
Eanne bit her lip to stop herself from moaning, Amara's assault starting to have an effect on her. “Very well... then let me massage the front as well...” Feeling emboldened she moved her hands to the from and put them on the officer's large breasts, then began squeezing and fondling.
Spoiler: Psionic Roll D100: 80 (Pass) Poking her way back into the sphere's energy, she feels her efforts rewarded, both in pleasure and in information. As the pleasure courses through her body, every nerve lighting up with delightful sensations, Vizelle sees the images of herself being ravaged disappear, or at least move to the periphery of her mind. In their place is a vision of the victim, before his death, kissing and groping a young woman in military uniform. Pulling away, the woman smiles lovingly at the man, handing him the sphere, a family trinket, and a symbol of her love. The logistics officer accepts happily, taking the sphere and leaning in for another kiss, as the woman fiddles with her uniform. The vision ends, and Vizelle moves her attention to trying to identify the sphere's creator. The sphere resists her attempts fiercely, sending psionic power back to meet her probes, before relenting and retreating, almost as though the sphere is impressed by her power, and has decided to let her see. A new mental image appears, and she sees a masked figure, in garb completely foreign to her, the mask jutting at bizarre angles that makes her head hurt to look at. The figure seems to look at Vizelle, as the pleasure skyrockets, and something tells her that this, whoever it is, is a figure of immense power. She realises that the figure is aware that she's watching it, and is communicating with her telepathically. She sees herself at the figure's side, serving it, and sharing in its power. Finally, the images end, and she's back in the bedroom. The sorceress' throat hurts, and she realises that she's been screaming in pleasure, juices dripping down her thighs.
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 14+15 (Bionic Eye)= 29 (Fail) Looking around, Xavier tries to find some indication of who the second person might have been, but finds nothing.
Groping Amara, Eanne finds that the woman's breasts are as impressive to touch as they are to look at, as the officer continues her assault. "Mmmh..." She sighs. "You're not bad..."
Slightly disappointed to find nothing, Xavier left the master bedroom. He checked in with the tech expert, seeing if her had had any luck with the terminal, before he headed to the guest bedroom to see what Vizelle had found. @asddas193 Knocking on the door, Xavier called out to the sorceress, 'Lady Vizelle? Did you find anything about that strange sphere from the office?'
Saying nothing Eanne continued groping one of Amara's massive tits while moving her other hand down. Reaching the area between the officer's legs she began rubbing her slit through her uniform, similar to what Amara was doing to her.
"Nnh!" Vizelle gasped as she returned to reality. "Who... mmh." She asked herself, unable to believe some sorcerer that powerful went unnoticed, especially by her. "Haaahn." But feeling the pleasure coursing through her body, she couldn't help but bit her lower lip, figuring she had everything she need. She cleans herself up using her psionic, before undoing her sound-proofing. She pockets the orb as she goes to Xavier to tell him what she's found.
Spoiler: Technician's roll D100: 48 (Fail) As Xavier leaves, the technician shakes her head, saying that it'll take a little longer.
Surprised to find the admiral was already outside the door, Vizelle fills him in on what she learned, keeping the information of the powerful psionic to herself. "It seems that a female officer gave him this enchanted bauble." She said, "I'll show you her image, do try and not resist." She smiles, as she places her index finger on his forehead just for show, as she shares the woman's appearance to him.
