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Olena slowed for a moment - just a moment - to catch her breath, steadily rotating her hips to keep Adot engaged as she allowed the electric sensation of finality to run from her crotch to her brain and back. Then she hugged onto Adot's leg and got to work, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched...

Olena froze as she noticed the maid for two reasons, technically three. There was the comically ironic conundrum of being stuck in a room with a member of the house while trying to escape the notice of another, of course. But also, good Lord! The infiltrator couldn’t help but stare at reason two...

Olena didn't waste any time - the only way through was forward. The only question was which way. She was tempted to quickly swap back to her taser and rush the person in the bathroom. But she chose to try to go for one of the other doors, avoiding the conundrum of leaving an unconscious person...

Olena could hardly go back outside after the work (rather, emotional labor) she had put in to get into the building just to climb her way back up from the outside. The dumbwaiter was a clever idea, but she didn't like the thought of being stuck within an enclosed space with no idea who was...

Olena considered taking a moment to peek at the ballroom - it would be good to have an idea of where Andropov was at the moment. But the risk of someone happening to glance in her direction was a bit high for her tastes. She would find her target when- The redhead's thoughts were interrupted by...

Olena silently watched as the couple passed her, failed to look back and see her, then slipped past them with nary a whisper of shifting fabric or clunking boots against the wooden floor. Perhaps she ought to have carried on up the stairs without looking back, but look back she did, just to make...

Olena allowed an amused smirk and a quiet giggle to escape her at Adot's needy command - one supposes the rebel officer wasn't one for dancing around the point of a "conversation." However, as the tricky insurgent opened her mouth to tease, a pair of fingers managed to envelop one side of her...

Olena allowed a throaty giggle to escape her as Adot steadily discarded any sense of propriety as an officer she had originally started with, the corners of her eyes tightening with glee that she was pleasing the emerald-skinned woman so. Taking only a moment to internally congratulate herself...

For a moment, Olena didn't answer. She let her hands speak for her, the pads of her fingers running up the remainder of Adot's belly, meeting the undersides of her breasts. She cupped them from below, as if weighing the emerald-skinned woman's chest, before her fingers run over the smooth, soft...

Olena had stood up straight by the time Adot had put her hands on her subordinate. The Amazonian Amaran almost melted into her hands when the green woman began to run her fingers through the redhead's hair and over her ears. Those fuzzy radar dishes shifted from one way to the other before...

(It's okay, I figured you were busy) Olena inwardly cursed, but showed no reaction as she waited in the darkness. The heavy footfalls suggested the giggling woman was being accompanied by a man - perhaps the young guard had gotten lucky after all? Pushing the amusing thought aside, Olena...

Olena unholstered her taser as she entered the confines of the basement - she wouldn't feel bad about popping a guard, but if she could avoid unnecessary suffering, that would be ideal, to say nothing of the fact that even a suppressed pistol such as a Makarov could still compromise her...

Olena allowed a considerate hum to escape her, her tail swishing lightly at the physical affection bestowed on her. She released her grip on Adot as she turned to face her subordinate, before the Amazonian Amaran finished helping the officer out of her jacket. Her blue eyes swept down the length...

Olena scanned the cars' makes and models as she finished conducting her reconnaissance... She was an unusually chipper person in the espionage business, something noted by spies and their agencies on both sides of the ocean. She wasn't a cruel person who enjoyed all the aspects of her work, she...

The mill grind slowly grinds finely. Take your time.

Olena smiled as the atmosphere provided by the glade and her own flirting seemed to have caused Lieutenant Adot to forget whatever annoyance she may have walked into the clearing with. "At least for a little bit... The pool is fresh and clean. Don't you think it would be best to... Enjoy it...

Olena was as cautious and attentive as she was the first time she had conducted her patrol, though even now the trip to and from the encampment to the spring was becoming routine. When the duo entered enclosure, the Amazonian Amaran allowed a smile to spread across her features, pleased by...

Olena's ears pressed against her head in a display of chastised guilt, taking Adot's brusqueness as a result of the vixen's tardiness. She stepped away, poking her index fingers together as the green woman gave the remaining orders for the evening, before simply nodding and leading the way to...

Thank you! I'm excited to play her. Not to seem impatient, but when do you think we can get started?

Olena winced as it seemed she had indeed misunderstood Adot's words. "Well... You said scout the surroundings, so I... Did. Eheh." The vixen sashayed closer to Adot, a sheepishly recalcitrant look on her face as she sidled up to the green-skinned woman's side. Her tail, having some time to dry...