>>5158605Pulling you from the feverish women, you notice how hot your body actually was when you were finally pried away from them. You only noticed how hard it was when a carbon fiber hand pinched it. You pulled your hips away as you were led off, finally free from the women despite their angry looks. Then a voice spoke in your ear. "Morty! I knew you were a little trouble maker the minute I saw you. Maybe I'm a Psionic!" The words were followed by a long kiss on the cheek. Your reactions slow as the drinks seem to have crept up on you. Your cheeks burned, first at the kiss then the recognition of a few of the more vulgar dance moves the women had helped you perform.
You had trouble recognizing the voice, brow furrowing a little as you turned, making out the face of Suranovich. You were face to face with the guard, she was not wearing her regulation armoured uniform. Instead the woman was dressed in a clear latex dress. It didn't hide a thing. Whatever little remained of her dignity was protected by tape that matched her vibrant hair. "You got a bad taste in women, those ones will eat you alive. And not in a good way." She laughed, the words barely getting through the music. The restless crowd didn't care to talk, so Suranovich pulled you off the dance floor. Her own moves guiding you out. You couldn't resist enjoying every moment, the world bobs and dips as your steps are uneven and shaky. You end up back at the bar, the boys on the floor too busy to notice your exit.
A group of similarly dressed individuals are there, they give you a few uninterested glances. You were just busy vibing to the song, shoulders rocking back and forth. A woman steps away, wearing a similar, yet different style latex dress. Without the tape, clearly she wasn't shy about her pale flesh and deep dark black hair. The woman has a cup in her hand, a deep red liquid inside. It looked tasty to you, the beat was popping off. You danced along as Suranovich introduced you, whispering into the woman's ear and the pair laughed. She gives you a little wave, her hand passing just in front of your eyes. You give her a wink as Suranovich puts her lips to your ear again. "This is Francheska, she's a Phobos pilot too." That peaked your attention as your face got a little more serious. You struggled to climb into your shell, but as you do your body becomes numb.
