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Next you'd go to the mess hall to meet with Cattleya. She was lounging on top of her sleeping bag and stretching, before lying down on her stomach peacefully.
Her purchases today were a scratch post and a portable whetstone, the former of which she'd knead with her claws. The latter was apparently because she had some experience when it came to fixing and sharpening weapons. It felt a bit redundant though, considering you were a Savant and Herta was the Goddess of Artifice in the flesh.
She sniffs the air. "Smells like you already had some fun already, Master."
"Believe me, my fun is only beginning." You say, lying down next to her. You begin to scratch behind her ears and massage her shoulders. Your catgirl gratefully purrs.
Of all your wives she was by far the hardest worker. She deserved at least some reward for being the one to carry the most today.
Feeling bold, you decide to lie on top of her for a more 'comprehensive' type of relaxation.
"Oi." Your cat says, red in the face.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"... No" She meows.
That was all you needed to hear. You proceeded to 'massage' her innermost parts with your member. Experience told you that she liked it best when you were going against her toned posterior.
Sharing a kiss with her sandpaper-like tongue, was... really something.
"Thanks, guv." She said with a satisfied purr after you're both done.
"I should be the one thanking you. You're a hard working slave, it's natural that I reward you." You tell her.
"Glad at least someone notices how I work my arse off." She grins, then gives off a yawn. "Bloody hell, you've really done me in. Night, Master."
"Night, Cattleya." You give her posterior a couple pats before departing.
Last you wanted to visit tonight was the self-proclaimed mastermind herself, Ruby Rose. She'd decided her place was in the radio room. It was slightly cramped, but she made it work somehow.
"Master, a pleasure to see you again." She greeted you. There was a small but fancy table with two chairs on each end. A couple cups of tea were on some plates.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting." You said, taking a sip out of one. It was still hot.
"Not at all, Sir. But even if it were the case, I'd remain happy that you'd grace me with your presence." She took a sip out of her own teacup.
"There was something you wanted to talk with me about."
