Checking to see that all is clean and pleasing
to my Master, then going to see if i can find Him.

SLEEPING

Sumptuous
Laving
Entices,
Enhancing
Passion's
Increase -
Nocturnal
Goings-On

GOINGS-ON

visceral

City News will be covering it!

Welcome!

I'll message you in mail

Megablocks
Ah, Horror Movie Van. Hiro wasn't even close. You go on to ask If I'd ever seen an old flatvid Horror...

"Yeah, Mum had one when I was a child, Use to—" And then you were off, explaining. More explaining. My lip quirks into a grin. You talk about getting shot at, which was another thing I thankfully spent very little time doing. Hopefully, if I've done my job correctly, the first time someone I'm looking for sees me, is the last time I have to see them. Get the drop, neutralize, take in to whichever Corporation was paying the money. They hand over the cash, and I get out before the nastiness begins.

Sometimes that's not the case, But in those instances, keeping calm is usually the best course of action.

"Yeah, Real leather. And... Yeah, I see what you mean. But we don't need to talk about my dirty hands, not with how clean yours are. Do you travel? Do house calls?" I internally run through a couple of my targets recently taken off of the Paz File dump...

"So, since you never took that Hippocratic Oath that Doc took, what's your thoughts on operating on someone who was, say, unable to give their consent to procedure?"

The pain receptors around the eye are dulled as you begin your work. When the numbing agent hits, I can feel the muscles, which had felt like they'd been tense for months, begin to slack. It made the subtle headache I'd simply been operating over suddenly diffuse like hot water onto salt.

It felt fantastic. My posture immediately slackens, shifting into a further comfortable hang as I open my own operating eye and Take in your angular face in it's exotic nearness.

I feel your breath as you work, gently touching against my face in a moist little plume.

"Planet." My voice sounds distant to my ears, as I study the way you concentrate.

The intrusion into his surveillance sweet throws a warning that I see Hiro remotely shut down before it even prompts a visual cue. He seemed to be staring through my vision, from wherever he was.

'She's cute.'

I realize I'd been holding my breath, and there's an odd feeling that I've never gotten used to, as you remove the optic from my eye socket, and gently apply some salve to the damaged tissue that will be housing the—

Pimptastic Sapphire?

'You have to choose the sapphire.'

'Don't you have a ledger to be compiling.'

'Later. I need to see the Pimp-gem.'

My voice catches for a moment, and in a smaller, wonder-filled hush, I respond.

"Well, I mean I'd have to be daft if I didn't at least look at the sapphire.

Good zoom, ye said?"

Sounds like a blast...
wish i could have done more

damage

Got mine. Beautiful.
Thank you.

Hi veronica .. can I have these please

https://www.rahni.net/x_avis/53042.jpg
With Bitchly in thin black script (if the
border where the name is placed can be changed
to black can I have Bitchly in silver please)
If not no worries

https://www.rahni.net/x_avis/53040.jpg
Bitchly in thin black script

https://www.rahni.net/x_avis/53047.jpg
BBS in black regular letters

https://www.rahni.net/x_avis/53078.jpg
Bitchly in thin black script

Making a fire in the fireplace before moving around
the room, tidying. Making sure the pillows are plumped
and arranged near my Master's chair for my sister, myself
and any visitors. Likewise other chairs are dusted and polished
for any who enter to visit my Master.
Leaving and coming back shortly with a dust cloth to
dust and polish the furniture, then sweeping and cleaning
floors so that the room soon shines.

*watching Mommy as She naps*

Vosk River Delta
The raiding party had followed the group stealthily down the river. Ever careful to not be detected by the Wolves group. They noted the skiffs were being tethered together again tonight in the middle of the channel. The skiffs seemed to have much activity on board tonight. They would wait until the time was right to make their move. Time was still on their side. They made themselves comfortable in their small 1 man reed boats. They would strike when the time was right and only then.

Walks through the chambers and into the dungeon of
my Master and Owner. A finger runs along the smooth leather
of my collar that is locked around my neck, feeling the honor
of having such around my neck, and what it means.

Entering the dark space and lighting it with torches so that
there is a warm glow flickering off the stone walls.
My Master and Owner a demon. One whom i cherish with all my
heart. Who cares for me, teaches me and shows me His ways.
Ways to please Him.

My body shows His mark ADR branded into my flesh.
Forever proclaiming that i am His. His slavegirl. His to use, to
find pleasure with...to punish if He wishes. Anything He desires.

Her lips were the iceberg's tip.

Megablocks
Megablocks
You were right. I'd been thrashing the inside of my eyelid something fierce with the protuberance that the melted synth-sclera had malformed to after the cigarette stub pushed itself in there.

"HMV." I repeat, looking it over.

'Human Murder Vehicle.' Hiro chirps in my ear, unhelpfully.

"I'll leave Nobunaga out of this. I paid you, didn't I?"

And since I paid you, I guess I'm going through with this. I follow your chatter with careful step. You open up the back, and you weren't kidding.

The inside of it looks a half-sight— Hah, look at me. Half-sight. Classic.

It looks better on than most of the Ripperdoc and medic tent locations he'd been to outside of Night City. It probably looked better than many of the Ripper doc locations within Night City, but thankfully I hadn't had to visit many of them.

I hop up into the van, and get into the sling as it seemed to be the most likely place for me to be. Getting comfortable, I shift and gently rock the swing until it's support straps were comfortable under me.

Then you comment on my shoes, and I have to offer up a quirk of a grin.

"Real leather." I say, that brogue offering a spin on the 'ea' consonant. I was proud of my shoes, as well as the rest of my bespoke outfit. It was necessary, as were the teeth, and many of my other mannerisms. The Archaic, button-down pomp and circumstance of high-end Corporate dealings demanded a bit of performative dress.

I abided those rules neatly and without complaint.

"The Doc's been out, from what I've seen on the NET." I offer. Not like it mattered, You were my healer tonight. My ocular surgeon. The Synth-optic you were removing had a suite of visual upgrades on it, and I idly wonder how the new one would stack up to it. I keep my mouth shut for the time being though. If it was lacking, I'd have to pay someone else to put something high-end in, the next time I had the chance. First things first, and that was getting this damaged one out.

More rapidfire talk. I close both eyes, and take a deep breath.

Opening them, and I try to focus on the ceiling within the van.

"You find talking helps ease the mind of your patients?"

Because questions were my life. I was interested to know how rapid-fire statements treated you.

Megablocks
You were right. I'd been thrashing the inside of my eyelid something fierce with the protuberance that the melted synth-sclera had malformed to after the cigarette stub pushed itself in there.

"HMV." I repeat, looking it over.

'Human Murder Vehicle.' Hiro chirps in my ear, unhelpfully.

"I'll leave Nobunaga out of this. I paid you, didn't I?"

And since I paid you, I guess I'm going through with this. I follow your chatter with careful step. You open up the back, and you weren't kidding.

The inside of it looks a half-sight— Hah, look at me. Half-sight. Classic.

It looks better on than most of the Ripperdoc and medic tent locations he'd been to outside of Night City. It probably looked better than many of the Ripper doc locations within Night City, but thankfully I hadn't had to visit many of them.

I hop up into the van, and get into the sling as it seemed to be the most likely place for me to be. Getting comfortable, I shift and gently rock the swing until it's support straps were comfortable under me.

Then you comment on my shoes, and I have to offer up a quirk of a grin.

"Real leather." I say, that brogue offering a spin on the 'ea' consonant. I was proud of my shoes, as well as the rest of my bespoke outfit. It was necessary, as were the teeth, and many of my other mannerisms. The Archaic, button-down pomp and circumstance of high-end Corporate dealings demanded a bit of performative dress.

I abided those rules neatly and without complaint.

"The Doc's been out, from what I've seen on the NET." I offer. Not like it mattered, You were my healer tonight. My ocular surgeon. The Synth-optic you were removing had a suite of visual upgrades on it, and I idly wonder how the new one would stack up to it. I keep my mouth shut for the time being though. If it was lacking, I'd have to pay someone else to put something high-end in, the next time I had the chance. First things first, and that was getting this damaged one out.

More rapidfire talk. I close both eyes, and take a deep breath.

Opening them, and I try to focus on the ceiling within the van.

"You find talking helps ease the mind of your patients?"

Because questions were his life. He was interested to know how rapid-fire statements treated you.

shall we?

#r-stan

tes, i am

...His thumb smudged across my lips