Ticklish feet? Imagine that...
Greets the rest of the room-
Shops & Commons
He steps over a steaming prepack of vendor food someone spilled and discarded among the crowd. He moves from one stall to another. Seeking something he had no name for. Hoping that these shops might have the thing that would set his compass right.
(i would thank you for your patronage *giggle* but no talking with a gag... sluts have nothing useful to day so it helps relax us and stops you having to listen to our crap)
(you're special)
as it should be Sir
See you in Myguest
I like to be told what to do lolfor real :)
Enters the room and greets SP-A little mix up Miss-
Nothing more
Sure…feeling horny and dirty ?
(No worries little girl.. I got no drama here)
Shops & Commons
The little food stands have screens over their small packed bartops. Explosive streamed violence on one, skin clad bodies on the other, glamor and status items of the rich and famous on the third. The smell of vaguely meatlike textures over indoor flame. It slows his step but doesn't stop him. He's not hungry, and those screens would only dull his attention for so long.
do you want to play with m e?
They all left!
Is your Mistress aware of you being here?
Let’s take this to room Myguest, password sugar acknowledge and I will erase
Shops & Commons
The Summer heat has the lower floors more packed than usual. Hundreds of faces noisily moving from one place to another. Food shops, electronics, clothes, and everything else. Usually he'd be working the clinic or the Med Center, but he didn't have a shift for a while. Neon holograms and advertisements fill everyone's periphery, an endless stream of information designed to spark consuming. Half the time it doesn't get him. The other half it does. On days when he feels something's missing.
listens too
lots to learn more than anything else
yr too kind lol