Vladimir's eyes were immediately drawn to Artax's breasts, and he felt his cock stir in its confines as a result. This, perhaps more than her challenge to his authority, enraged him. He stepped close to her, his size eclipsing the lone, dim, light source in the room. His face was one of complete seriousness and scarcely contained rage. "Rephrase your comment Admiral."
Artax stares him down. "Like I said, all appropriate measures have been taken. I have the utmost respect for you and your abilities, Lord Noctis, but I'm an Imperial admiral. Don't tell me how to do my job."
“Well, I think we should start with seeing what your current dancing skills are. Come, I know good place to practice undisturbed.” Eanne led her friend.
"Ooh, sounds interesting." She smiles and follows Eanne.
“Alright, here we are. This should do.” Eanne declared as she showed Sitra the large and empty room. “Not the most romantic spot, but it is quite spacious so we should be able to try any sort of dance without worry.” She turned to face her guest. “Shall we, my lady?” She offered her hand with a smile.
"Romantic? And why would we be wanting that?" Sitra giggles, before taking Eanne's hand.
"Maybe we should start with something slow?" She slips a hand around Eanne's waist. "Like this?"
Sitra looks a little nervous, before pressing herself a little closer against Eanne, beginning to turn a little bit. "Er, like this?" She begins a slow, very simple dance.
"They're a fast response team, they stay in space with their weapons and equipment already loaded up, waiting for problems to arise." Finos thinks for a moment. "Since they don't have to take any time to prepare, and they were only a few systems away, I'd say we have a few days."
“Yes, like this.” Eanne nodded as she danced along enjoying Sitra's closeness.
"Right, right." Sitra nods. "Relax..." Breathing in, she begins to dance again, and the two women draw close enough for their chests to touch... Before Sitra stands on Eanne's foot. "Oh, gods, sorry!" She goes red.
"One last thing, our fast response teams, they're immune to telepathy." Finos adds. "Their personalities, dreams, desires, it's all broken out of them through brainwashing. All that's left is the drive to follow the orders given by their superior, who's sadly higher up than Wynne or I."
"Leave us." Vladimir commanded those still in the room.
As he storms away, Vladimir hears Artax's stinging words from behind him. "Next time you want to chastise me, try not to stare at my tits. At least your 'lust rider' friend is honest about it."
Vladimir flopped down beside her and shook in his lust for several moments, Artax's words ringing in his ears. His chin was in his palm, and his eyes weren't focused on anything. Rather his mind was fixated on his swelled cock that stubbornly refused to diminish. It demanded attention and he was incensed by it.
"Oh, my sweet Vladimir." Selene smiles, reaching up to cup his cheek in one of her soft hands. "What you're feeling is natural, normal. Why don't you show me the problem?" Her free hand moves down his armor.