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@majus @lady-lux Seri detaches herself, hoping that she isn’t over doing things. The name Thassco means nothing to her, but clearly something to the others, and her eyes flick between Nami and the other women, cautiously. “Twenty.” She mouths, horrified, a shiver running across her...

@majus @lady-lux Seri wiggles her shoulders, rolling back the sleeves of Nami’s jacket, unable to keep a satisfied grin off her face. Despite the dull aching in her limbs - and other, deeper areas - she feels good, refreshed and comfortable. She’d be lying too, if she said there wasn’t a part...

@majus @lady-lux Seri tries her hardest not to fawn over Nami’s quarters. To her, it’s perfect - moreso because of the mess, which she interprets as signs of a life lived - a tiny world of Nami’s own. The thought sends another ripple of emotion through her chest, a sense of longing, too sweet...

Seri slowly draws back, after a long, soothing moment. She’s still a whirl of feelings, not all of them easy to define, but she manages a gentle smile, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. The other stays attached, settling on Nami’s elbow. “Kriff, I’m a state. But I needed that.” She...

Seri is all but lost in the tightness of the embrace, emotion washing over her as she falls into the same tender ocean. She clings tight, her pink flesh close enough to Nami’s blue that they could almost make purple. “It’s - it’s okay…” she murmurs, even as her own tears spill free, and she...

Seri’s pheromones are dodgy at the best of times, tampered with and distorted by Kylos’ genetic tinkering. And her mind is racing with a heady mix of both relief and latent despair. So is she reading Nami right? Then the other woman speaks again, and the lump in Seri’s throat breaks. Replaced...

@majus @lady-lux Seri let’s Nami take the lead, not wanting to overstep and barge her way into her room. She finds herself lingering as her bare arm presses the thin material of the Nautolan’s shirt, a soft, comforting prickle travelling along her upper arm. She feels exhausted and sore...

@majus @lady-lux Seri hitches her blanket, wrapping it around herself like a towel, fidgeting as she tries to tie it in a fashion that doesn’t squash her tits all the way up to her chin. She feels a little silly, knowing that Nami - and most likely the others - have seen all there is to see...

@majus @lady-lux Seri fidgets with the dress - not entirely the most practical, or concealing, but preferable to cavorting around like a dancing girl. She’s been there, lived the life, isn’t going back. She frowns, tilting and folding the material to see how much she can work with the sheerness...

@majus @lady-lux Seri nods along with Nami, holding out her hands obediently for the incoming medicine. “I promise not to over do it, really. But I do want to help. I’m pretty handy at slicing, computers, if that’s of any use?” She glances to the side for a moment, her choice of words...

Seri finally seems to realise the embarrassment she’s causing her rescuer. She loosens her grip on Nani’s hand, hanging on with a light touch of their fingers, then releasing. She crosses her ankles, tucking her legs in under the table, as she huddles back in her blanket. “I mean yes. I am...

Seri’s eyes grow wide, her lips parting in a picture of amazement. She realises she’s still holding Nami’s hand in the midst of it, and blushes softly. “Both ships? You have two ships? You did all that - she did all that?” She glances at the others, her lips moving into a grin. “That’s… incredible.”

Seri takes the offered hand, vibrant pink melding with soft blue, and gives a gentle squeeze. She tweaks at the blanket around her with her free hand, drawing it to cover an exposed shoulder. “So… this is… is this your ship?” She peers around, then back to Nami, “Oh kriff, I’m so stupid. The...

Seri gives a brief glance and a nod to the other women, but narrows her focus to Nami, still coming down from her panic, and trying to keep herself from overstimulating. She reaches out, pink fingers brushing Nami’s blue ones intending comfort, then faltering, not wanting to overstep. “I…” she...

Seri trembles softly, slowly uncoiling herself, her legs extending to dangle off the edge of the table, one arm crossed over herself. She manages a soft, watery chuckle, looking up at Nami again, a little shyly now. “Seri is fine. Thank you. Nami.” She sounds out the name, trying for a more...

Seri’s eyes dart between the other two women, and she shrinks further in on herself. She’s so overwhelmed, and with consciousness, so very tired. But she takes a breath and takes a chance, and latches onto the most solid thing she can: Nami, choosing to trust the kindness in her voice...

Seri still shakes, but her screams slowly die down, her eyes darting about wildly as she draws in on herself. Next to naked, she wraps her arms around her legs, toes gripping the edge of the surface below her. Her body aches, and she feels so terribly unclean, as she raises her haggard eyes...

Everything is aching. Aching, good and bad, in spite of what she wants, as things are inserted into her, slapped against her, rubbed hard, again and again. She’s been used before. Taken and forced to service. But this is different. Partly because, in her haze of half-consciousness, it’s all she...

Seri can barely muster the breath to scream, instead expelling her pain in a plaintive rasp. She sags against the wall, clinging to the chains holding her up, the remnants of her makeup running down her cheek in black tears. She sobs hoarsely, not daring to meet the doctor’s eyes as she...

Seri’s scalp stings and tingles as she’s yanked by her blueish locks. Tears roll down her cheeks, and she whimpers once against as the guard forces her into the next dreadful room, binding her against the wall. She nearly gives in there, and slumps, but her eyes grow wide with fear as she...