"I-fascinating..." The prospect seems to have aroused Natasi's scientific mind, at least a little more than it scares her.
"What can I say? You make me feel comfortable." She smiles. "Yeah, maybe we try some other dances, whatever you suggest."
"Fufu. Well then. I'll leave the choice to you." Vizelle hummed, grinning as she turns around. She visits Lieutenant Gaines next, along with the former troop leader of the ex-Consortium guards.
"Indeed." Elena nodded. "But that is something for our investigation agency." She paused. "Might I offer some relief in my quarters, or would you prefer to continue the inspection?" She asked.
Vizelle finds the two groups of military men squaring off in an impromptu fist fighting match, making a circle as pair after pair of marine and corporate soldier dukes it out to see who the best fighters are, and who's most worthy of their mistress's attention.
“Being in your company is quite enjoyable.” Eanne smiled as well. “I know a few fast dances. It's easy to make a mistake if you have not practiced them enough. I'll show them to you so that we can practice them a bit without worrying about making mistakes.”
Seeing them so eager, Vizelle doesn't intrude on their match. Better yet, she conjures up a pair of lacy panties. "Oh boys. Whoever's the last one standing will get a reward." She hummed, showing the soldiers the newly conjured lingerie.
At the sight of the reward, the men resume their matches, drastically increasing in vigor and brutality. Finally, two of the marines stand as the sole victors, but as Gaines grins, thinking that the reward is his, his grizzled sergeant knocks him out with a powerful elbow. "She said last man standing, sir." He chuckles, looking ay the fallen officer, before grinning to Vizelle.
"Fufufu. Congratulations, sergeant." Vizelle hummed, moving closer to hand him the lacy panties. Though as she walks, she makes sure to make her short dress ride up ever so slightly. To let the men wonder if she's not wearing anything underneath.
“Enjoy your treat... but remember that afterwards you get to practice what I show you, so try to pay attention.” Eanne smirked as well.
The grizzled veteran grins widely, taking the undergarment. "Thanks, mistress, but I doubt they're my size. Wouldn't it be better if there was someone to model them for me?" She feels his hand sliding up her thigh
Sitra chuckles, crossing her legs in her seat and taking a sip. "Careful, you're almost convincing me not to. Now, I'm watching."
"My, my. I do like a man that knows what he wants." Vizelle grins, "Very well." She cooed, taking back the panties. "My room tonight." She grins, "As for everyone else. If you see Mary wearing a collar. Feel free to approach her." She hummed, leaving the soldiers to rest or continue on their training. With not much else to do. She returns to the planet controlling machine. Linking herself up just to get the hang of it.
"I-um..." He nods. "You're a very beautiful woman. I'd be happy to 'worship' with you." He moves closer to her.
"I'll be there." He grins. Back in the tower, Vizelle isn't able to increase her control over the planet, but she manages to become more familiar with the feeling, becoming less dazed and disoriented, which lets her focus her lightning better.
