Oh yes i know no whinning been to nice a day

yes

i have a bad desire to bend over your lap and have my little bottom punished.

laughing.......it can all be fixed

looks around, and finds a table to sit at

Chuckles
Yea I figured...just messin' with you!

But is normal

Care to go private and discuss these things?

those last two were meant for you. sorry.

I can't speak for DD but I do indeed. And more.

Oh gosh im hopeless

Happy Birthday and don't let moderating a cork get to you.:-)

Told ya ive no bussiness in controls lol

Steps in

do you like to spank?

And

you didn't change that name.....

cait, have a happy birthday week!!!

Iridia's Apartment
Good, she'll use this to hijack your flatvid later on, play embarrassing media while she's sure you and Haven are enjoying a peaceful night in.

Once the bit of Trusted malware was hooked in, she split the butterfly wings in half and handed one back to you. "Here, keep it on you. When you're done you can either bring it back to me or otherwise destroy it to cut your half of the signal."

A ping let her know that priority access was bought up for the day. Yes, a lot of hacking was just conveniently spending a nickel and dime here and there rather than raw-dogging every little thing. Buy a sweaty chairjock a burrito, save yourself hours of work.

…and a merciful distraction from the fact that Arasaka sounded like they were a key motif in the background, whether they were pushing a person to act, or buried in a person's past. IRIDIA couldn't deny the fact that she had their black and red fingerprints here and there and everywhere, just look at her.

"Guess you'll find out one way or another," Now that she wasn't actively putting fingers to terminal, IRIDIA had a chance to swivel her chair to place her square with you, studying your posture and expression.

"You're all set, Echo," she offered, her actions and words encouraging and yet there was something mournful in her tone — like this is the last time she'll see this particular face from you. A few eddies paid for a hack of convenience paled in comparison to whatever piece of your soul you seemed prepared to pay. She felt this way, herself, before Fiver delivered Javier Villalobos to her.

…but it cemented the fact that she had nothing to say to you in the way of warning or caution, no wisdom or superior logic or posture. Sometimes you just had to do it.

"Good luck."