Whispers... drop your arms just long enough

that I can pull your top down and remove you bra darling..

I'd hate to see you over heat with all this 100 degree temps across the US..

*smiles* as your DD boobs flop free for everyone to see..

Now you can lace your fingers behind your neck as they were..

"This one shows quite a bit less."

Smirks.

Murmurs softly into the darkness.

"This one shows just as much..."

Fenix Arsenal
He was in the neighborhood. What was he doing in the neighborhood?

Plausible deniability.

But he actually needed to come by here for a couple of things. So he pulls open the outer door and steps inside.

He groans with annoyance as he sees you behind the counter, rolling his eyes.

"I was hoping to see Echo, not his booth babe."

"So many areas exposed with this one!"

Giggles.

Fenix Arsenal
She's using the bright pink tool set that Dylan got her to clean out and repair the weapon on the bench in front of her. It's filthy, which is probably why it needs repairs. She wonders how it got this dirty, because any marksman worth a damn knows you need to keep the weapon clean for it to keep working...

But then she realizes that no, she probably doesn't need to know. This is Night City, and the fewer questions asked, the better.

Instead, she'll debate if she wants to go with easy and convenient or satisfying as far as her sleeping situation goes tonight. It probably depends on how long it takes her to finish this work. The parts are almost done being cleaned, but she'll still have to inspect them for damage from the neglect and make those repairs.

If it's bad enough, she'll send a message to the man to expect some delays. She's not staying up all night for someone who doesn't know how to treat his equipment with proper respect and care.

smiles a bit at that and not being admonishes

well they do get paid a lot. I should make them work for their money

Smiles as I sip the rum & coke looking at you over the rim of My glass..

If I want a different way, be sure that I'll let you know..

Noticing how wide you've parted your thighs

to give Me an good view..

I see that you've been in the news a lot lately..

Must be keeping your public relations department very busy...Yes?

Wiggles around and wonders if anyone has a tummy tickling fetish out there...maybe armpits...?

The human desire to

places the drink on the napkin and kneels down on the floor, moving her hands behind her neck, knees open

like this Goddess? or would you like me to do it a different way?

Jaw

Smiles as you return..

Nodding to the table top

please just set it on the napkin katy

and then kneel facing Me...

You know how to do that, don't you?

Basic

Floats around in here a little because she's a baaaaad girl. Still laying on the bed, curled up, but awake for the moment. Probably should go back to sleep. Don't really wanna right now, though.

TGU

Turkish Get Up
(Not a sex position, though it seems it should be)

oh of course. I just was waiting to see what you were in the mood for.

and smuiles getting your drink from the bartender and brings it over to you, offering you the glass

Looks up, flashing a quick smile.

Hi katy, slow night I see.

Do you have time to bring me a rum and coke?....please?

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Fenix Arsenal
She has decided that she really enjoys her new job.

She's still getting the hang of the shop's rhythm, the way that the day-to-day stuff works. She's still learning the names of the regulars. And she's not quite comfortable with anything but the most basic of custom work... yet.

But there's a simple joy in being able to repair things and keep things running smoothly for a friend. The only downside about the job is that it's much easier on worknights to stay in her tiny hab unit here in the Tower than at the garage with Dylan.

Tonight, she's closed things up for the night, and now she's just finishing up a couple of repair jobs she said she'd have done by morning. It's quiet, so she's got some music on while the bots handle their cleaning duties. She sends off a quick message to Dylan, letting him know she's almost done for the night.