My Darkest Days

EXCITING

Esther
Xpected
Cunnilingus,
Instantly
Taking
Instead
Nether
Gorging

GORGING

A little taken back when he offered his name, but i was wise and old enough not to question him or his rank.
He had coin, safe passage and food and needed all three.

Lifting my horn your way

Commander it is.

You have a well run camp here
Appreciate your hospitality"

looking in

"The Commander seems to know it"

A helpless shrug
I was feeling more than a little confused myself
I sounded a littke frustrated

"I do have some wares of my own"

she shifted in her kneel as He spoke...her smile was infectious and drifted to his gaze

grinning...twirling around the
kitchen...hips
shimmyin'...

~grin leaks out, as his hand wonder her frame~

"A fine name gemm as well as serve, see to the others"

~my hand returns to the steak, as I hold it in my teeth now, the other hand with quiva cuts a mere hort away from my lips, as I chomp and enjoy the steak~

Wanders thru and leaves some treats for Big

House of White Wolf
May be able to see a bit of it but not much. We are a good ways from the docks from here. But, you can see it very well from the docks, and unlike the pier the docks only smell of the Thassa.

Excellent!

Enjoy the colors!

Theory of a Deadman

He had watched her walk away and a smile had lit the Masters worn features.
Her return was just as pleasing as she approached my wagon the smell of fresh cooked meat had my dry mouth saliving for moisture.
Watching as you stopped and offer up the horn of water
strong hands taking it from your dainty fingers and then the steak was offered up to me in the same manner.

looking down larl you say
Thank your Master for both the greeting and the food.

pals

Middle Floors
"I mean screw it, there's no way we're going to be able to leave this place looking not-burglarized, anyway. Blyatypus didn't exactly say we shoulda trash the place, but…" she spoke out loud, projecting just a wee bit in order to be heard across the open hallways and doors.

It was (relatively) specious, wider than most of the other units on the floor, still clean for now, and MILLIE began backing out of the bedroom into the main room lugging two large suitcases. "…looks like wherever the mark went, they left a couple of these?"

Noticeably, one of the suitcases already had a bevy of curious hats inside, along with jewelry and a few fistfuls of loose Eddies.

"What? My house? I live in Dogtown, Mikey, that bartender hit your—head…?" the very end of her incredulity hit a wall as she joined you, merging into the same position you were taking, looking at what you were looking at.

And rather than answer, she just stood there, slack-jawed and fish-mouthed, void of most expression like her facial muscles were predisposed to passively prevent the onset of wrinkles or something, just by bioengineering.

"uh…"

The far window crept up into soft illumination, showing a user interface with the evening news, status of local markets, weather forecast and air quality reports, and a of Night City with crime densities, showing a hotspot over the Mox and Tyger boundary.

A pleasant, robotically British man's voice greeted them from… seemingly all around at once: "Home so soon, Vikkie? You forget something? Oh, and who's this new guest? Does he require medical attention?"

MILLIE froze in place, taking more than a few seconds to acclimate herself to the confusion, the one-in-a-few-million chance that they just happened across such a place.

"Uh…"

You can be real with her. Tell her the whole truth. But she'd promised she wouldn't pry, that she'd let you tell her in your own time. But probably she should know about this. For your safety and her own.

Also, the lack of reaction from you tells her that there is something to be concerned about. Not panic. What good would panicking do? Besides, the interaction was unsettling, but not frightening.

If she knew you were kicking yourself, she'd tell you to stop it. There's no reason to beat yourself up over suggesting she carry a gun. Even if she has zero intention of actually doing it. Unless there's a reason she needs to carry one.

You can suppress your reaction to the point she doesn't see it, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know it's there. You went all stoic. That means there's something there. How much? She doesn't know yet.

You start to answer her and she sits quietly, listening as you speak in the same calm tone as her Siri. Without the Australian accent.

Even when you stop talking, she's quiet, awaiting the rest. Like, you know, why Jimmy Byrne would come here and track her down and ask about you and your beard. Okay, maybe she should be a little worried. But she knows she can't wait you out. Or, at least, she's unwilling to try.

Okay. And...?

Gently. And she's toed off her shoes and socks, turning to tuck her bare toes just barely under your thigh. No, they're not cold, but she's craving contact and thinks it might do you some good too.

Seether

Prettiest of blue/gray eyes lifted - twinkling in the evening light of the central fire.

This one is a mere camp slave, Commander ... one's name is gemm.

~nodding as I hear him~

"Well meet, Commander I'm known by.
Once the Warriors and camp have spoken of our needs,
I will let you know sooner than later"

~sage nod given~

enjoying the ice cold beer.. (rt too ha!)
the tunes
and the feel of dij's place
good energy here...