looks around the place and makes her way up to yhe bartender

a glass of white wine please

smiles a bit to you and bends over taking hold of my ankles and holds the position

oh yes, very important to be kept in shape....

Fenix Arsenal
"Jefe." Just a slight correction. "You might want to set your optics or audios up for Español translation. I do broken Spanglish a lot."

His sister's old AI program that he uses for the bots had certain quirks. They always followed orders, but they insisted on giving him shit whenever they had a chance. Hence the disgruntled chirping.

"Honorable." A nod as you describe Dylan's nature. Money was important to every man. It was the entire reason mercs existed. But The Pyramid mission...Dylan knew the odds were against them. That it could've ended with them all being eaten alive. And he went anyway.

"Well, that was hardly a fair fight." For the Spetznaz. "We did a mission together a few months ago. Rescuing two of my friends from a...basically a wasteland city full of cannibal scavs. He outsmarted them. Blew a shitload of them up. Shot more of them. And cleared the path home."

That's why Echo has no qualms or concerns about the Kurtz mission. Not just Dylan's role, but everyone's. This nomad kid seems to have a knack for finding the right people at the right time to go into the worst fights.

"Nice to know Paz's deadhand produced some benefits." Reconnecting you and Dylan. Mostly trouble for everyone else. He's sure that if November Fenix ever shows up, she'll try to kill him. Everything post-Paz seemed to turn out badly for him.

Anyway...new employee orientation. He stands up and gestures to the wall to the right of the service counter. With a flicker of his eyes, the entire wall slides back a few inches before folding up into the ceiling. Exposing racks and racks of weapons, gear, mods, and ammo crates. Enough firepower to take City Hall if they got drunk enough.

"Do you want me to show you how the auto-inventory works?" Which will probably devolve into them shooting the bigger, funner guns at the range until it's time to head home for the evening.

They do, and I'ts My job to keep you looking good and supple.

Enough stretching. I want you to ben over and grasp your ankles.
Don't worry I'll help
moves behind you and holds your hips.

Ok when you're ready
bend and hold

walks into the bar for a night cap and... well whatever

nods and opens my legs and starts to stretch some

I know people prefer to see my this way, so it's a mall sacrifice

No naked is fine

Let Me look at you.

not bad not bad, No body hair is very hygienic.

Now spread your feet apart, Will loosen you up first

Port Kar
She could understand that but she felt a little helpless right now. His lips on her hand made her smile because his lips were warm and soft. "Okay... well.. why don't you call it a night... okay.. I think you are a little to distracted and tired to hold much of a conversation right now and I will just go to the infirmary and spend the night there. I don't want to keep you up more than you have to.. "

oh well I was told by the owner here I should always work out naked but if you want I can put something back on

strips down too

Well I did just mean the dress but hey that works for Me

Lounge Car
Vanessa sat in the plush, leather-upholstered seat of the private train car, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels on the tracks a stark contrast to the turmoil in her heart. The opulence of the vehicle, with its polished wood paneling and ornate fixtures, felt suffocating rather than luxurious.

She glanced out the window, the landscape a blur as the train sped through the night. She believed they were headed to Oklahoma, back to the gilded cage of her father's estate, but an unsettling feeling gnawed at her, hinting that something was amiss.

Return

strips down too

Steps onto sidewalk

oh of course... anything the trainer says...

and smiles, taking the time to take off my dress, as well as my bra and panties, standing in only my heels

Docks
*listening to you and unable to help but smile and enjoy the feel of your hand in my hair, and then on my chest* I'm just worn ground down Nura, that's all. I will be fine. *taking your hand in mine and kissing it. Yes, maybe it was a bit of a crutch for me but hey, I could think of much worse* Am just coming down from the adrenalin after all that

We can start here first and maybe move on later

Seems we have the place to ourselves.

you better strip that dress off katy. Isn't something to exercise in

didn't want to take me to your private gym then. but this works too.