sees the man walk in and sips my drink

enyah has started a new game with the following players:
enyah

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moans out with every thrust, the swat on my ass making me cry out more

mmm yes, make me work up a sweat

Docks
*watching as you head to the infirmary, watching you for a while then turning and heading to the house*

he was a highly qualified
unemployed
so why not work as an extra of even light boy? this industry surely had day jobs
or week jobs

Thank you.

takes the drink and glances around the room not seeing anybody

Port Kar
Right, the house. She had not even stepped foot into it yet and so, she supposes tomorrow is as good a day as any.. "Okay, tomorrow... " she gives him a very loving kiss to his lips then eases back and she turns and heads to the infirmary

Looking

Fenix Arsenal
"Got it."

She might even try to actually learn Spanish instead of just relying on a translator. Eventually.

She'll happily listen to you telling her more about Dylan, and introducing her to the shop more fully, and just have fun learning more about everything.

And on Monday... she'll happily report to her new job.

l/p

Looks in

Docks
*raising an eyebrow a bit as I listen and unable to help but sound disappointed* Maybe you're right. *smiling softly* I look forward to when you can be at the House with me, you are missed

Sits reading

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