The windows of Escort's limousine rolled slowly downward as the vehicle approached its destination, allowing Ship to see the dance club, Wunderbar. It looked a little like someone had made a rich, chocolate cake to the size it a building, hollowed it out, and decided to have a rave inside it. Maybe that's what did happen, actually.
High energy music as pumping out, though thankfully not on the level of some LSD rave... it might be hard for Escort to discover love and companionship in a mosh pit. "We have arrived. I I would recommend you consider changing your own clothes as well before we enter," she requested. "Not that we're sneaking in or that there's anything to be embarrassed about... But I do feel like it might be better to fit the atmosphere all the same."
Groups walking in and out were dressed in all manner of clothing, some classy and conservative, others risque and/or bizarre. Most notably, anyone coming out was coming out covered in chocolate sauce. "You should understand that the net experience of Wunderbar is centralized around bar and dance, but also in chocolate waterfalls. There may also be live entertainment or contests. Hopefully one of these will act as a good ice-breaker. Do you have any suggestions before we go inside?"
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Ship peeked over the edge of the window at the chocolate wonderland outside but was careful not to actually stick her head out, not wanting to be recognized. Still, it was a bit hard to contain her excitement. While Ship liked to think she was mentally mature and social enough to go out clubbing with a friend any time she liked, she'd never actually stepped foot in such a place... But as far as clubs went, Escort's pick seemed to take the cake. Ship giggled a bit to herself.
She was a little surprised by Escort's suggestion, having entirely forgotten she would be expected to dress up too. "Well, I have another .GMO for... oh no! I just remembered, I used that one up..." Ship had gotten so used to her boatless body by now she'd forgotten she'd had to use her only available graphic model override to create it. A frown crossed her face as she gave it some thought. "Well, will I stick out like a sore thumb if I don't change to a real-style costume? My plan was to follow you and secretly observe from a distance, acting like I didn't know you. If I were to exit from the limo in this form and quickly resume my original form, I could act like I was showing up in my own boat and then abandoning it to go inside. Of course, if that's no good I can just remain out here as you'd first suggested."
If Escort approved of her suggestion, though, Ship intended to enact it immediately. She was feeling antsy to get inside and find out more about these "chocolate waterfalls." That sounded delicious, of course, but maybe not so good for the pores... While the Navi wished she could just enter naturally and simply play the part of the friend trying to get her friend hitched, Escort seemed to want to play this as a training exercise rather than something quite so personal. Or maybe Escort planned to see people she knew? It would be embarrassing if she was forced to answer a question with "this is my online dating coach," she supposed...
She was a little surprised by Escort's suggestion, having entirely forgotten she would be expected to dress up too. "Well, I have another .GMO for... oh no! I just remembered, I used that one up..." Ship had gotten so used to her boatless body by now she'd forgotten she'd had to use her only available graphic model override to create it. A frown crossed her face as she gave it some thought. "Well, will I stick out like a sore thumb if I don't change to a real-style costume? My plan was to follow you and secretly observe from a distance, acting like I didn't know you. If I were to exit from the limo in this form and quickly resume my original form, I could act like I was showing up in my own boat and then abandoning it to go inside. Of course, if that's no good I can just remain out here as you'd first suggested."
If Escort approved of her suggestion, though, Ship intended to enact it immediately. She was feeling antsy to get inside and find out more about these "chocolate waterfalls." That sounded delicious, of course, but maybe not so good for the pores... While the Navi wished she could just enter naturally and simply play the part of the friend trying to get her friend hitched, Escort seemed to want to play this as a training exercise rather than something quite so personal. Or maybe Escort planned to see people she knew? It would be embarrassing if she was forced to answer a question with "this is my online dating coach," she supposed...
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"I was simply thinking you may want to change so that you wouldn't be... viewed as a child, due to your attire," Escort answered awkwardly. "I'm not sure what ages they allow in, but I know that the atmosphere is decidedly one for adults. It's nothing to do with myself, I just feel like it may be somewhat uncomfortable for you if you don't adopt a look more in-line with the norm." Of course, Ship had already confirmed that all sorts of people were going in and out, so the norm was sort of subject to vary, but Escort's observation of how people were going to see Ship might still be valid. Then again, it was a giant chocolate cake with a chocolate waterfall. It would be almost antagonistic of them to keep a child out.
"For now, you should follow along at a distance. I will look for the fastest way to engage another woman and see what I can do from there. Please speak to me through a private audio link and not in person," the tall woman in black requested, handing Ship a small receiver designed to loop around a navi's earpiece. It was a lucky thing that Escort wasn't going to be the one wearing it, or it would be sure to look suspicious. Of course, had she come in her regular attire, she would be wearing one. "Put two fingers up to your ear when you wish to speak. You will be able to hear my voice at all times."
"Let us now enter the cake... club, that is," Escort finished, making her way to the double doors at the front of the building. Thankfully, there was no line; the bouncers let both of them in, seeming to have no qualms with Ship's apparent age. The inside of the club was much as the outside had sold it; the whole room was fairly dark, illuminated by soft white, yellow, and red lights. A giant ring encircled a dance floor, where many navis were shaking what their operators gave them. On the outside, several drink bars and a few seating booths were visible. At the very back, a woman stood next to a DJ, shouting through a standing microphone from time to time.
The DJ was a lanky but good-looking guy with a big, disc-shaped green hat and green armor, including heavy gloves with gold fingers. A gold disc hung from his neck by a chain... it may even be a record. His face were covered by large shades and he was very focused on his work, such that he had no attention for the dancers. The woman was just the opposite: she was dressed in a low-cut brown dressed like a layered cake, showing off her ample bosom just above the cutoff, which was encircled in cream. Atop her head sat another serving plate, complete with another cake, topped with a strawberry (it sort of looked like a real cake). She was holding a long staff with a strawberry at the end of it that appeared to actually be a mic head. The hostess wouldn't have looked out of place in a children's board game, except for the amount of her bosom that was poking out.
"Dancers, attention! Attention please! Wunderbar, the sensational Netopian club that you and your operators know, love, and patronize, is proud to announce that we are now amongst the top 10 clubs in eastern Netopia! Applause, applause!" the woman announced in a voice that sounded younger than she actually looked. Nobody clapped; rather, they hooped and hollered, as was appropriate. "To celebrate, we're having a couples dance off! The winners will receive a chocolate bath, of course, along with the 2500z and a guaranteed, all-expenses-paid, two-day vacation to our associated Wunderbar net resort for you and your partner! We'll handle negotiations with your boss, don't worry!"
Escort stood still, mouth slightly agape, then turned to Ship with a twinkle in her eye. "I must succeed, Ms. Ship. To that end, I must find the perfect partner," she continued with new conviction, striking a debonair figure as her sharp-featured face turned this way and that, looking for the perfect companion. Her silhouette was aided immensely by the shape of her assets against the backlights and her short dress swished this way and that, showing off her shapely but surprisingly musculature legs.
Of course, the bad news was that most of the "couples" were already formed and had arrived to the party as such. They were already beginning to crowd the floor, standing one-on-one in a familiar way that said "hey, we're couples." Thankfully, this also made it easy to tell who was free. As luck would have it, there were a lot of girls, but as fate would have it, there was no clear-cut way to tell who might have an interest in grouping up with Escort. The hostess herself began to make her way down to the floor, descending a sidewinding group of stares until she stood with the crowd.
Escort turned to Ship with a serious expression. "How should I attract someone? Should I go out and ask myself? Should I wait for someone to ask me?" she whispered beneath her breath. Funnily, she was remembering to talk in a way that was covert, but the way she was looking squarely at Ship would easily reveal that they'd come in together.
"For now, you should follow along at a distance. I will look for the fastest way to engage another woman and see what I can do from there. Please speak to me through a private audio link and not in person," the tall woman in black requested, handing Ship a small receiver designed to loop around a navi's earpiece. It was a lucky thing that Escort wasn't going to be the one wearing it, or it would be sure to look suspicious. Of course, had she come in her regular attire, she would be wearing one. "Put two fingers up to your ear when you wish to speak. You will be able to hear my voice at all times."
"Let us now enter the cake... club, that is," Escort finished, making her way to the double doors at the front of the building. Thankfully, there was no line; the bouncers let both of them in, seeming to have no qualms with Ship's apparent age. The inside of the club was much as the outside had sold it; the whole room was fairly dark, illuminated by soft white, yellow, and red lights. A giant ring encircled a dance floor, where many navis were shaking what their operators gave them. On the outside, several drink bars and a few seating booths were visible. At the very back, a woman stood next to a DJ, shouting through a standing microphone from time to time.
The DJ was a lanky but good-looking guy with a big, disc-shaped green hat and green armor, including heavy gloves with gold fingers. A gold disc hung from his neck by a chain... it may even be a record. His face were covered by large shades and he was very focused on his work, such that he had no attention for the dancers. The woman was just the opposite: she was dressed in a low-cut brown dressed like a layered cake, showing off her ample bosom just above the cutoff, which was encircled in cream. Atop her head sat another serving plate, complete with another cake, topped with a strawberry (it sort of looked like a real cake). She was holding a long staff with a strawberry at the end of it that appeared to actually be a mic head. The hostess wouldn't have looked out of place in a children's board game, except for the amount of her bosom that was poking out.
"Dancers, attention! Attention please! Wunderbar, the sensational Netopian club that you and your operators know, love, and patronize, is proud to announce that we are now amongst the top 10 clubs in eastern Netopia! Applause, applause!" the woman announced in a voice that sounded younger than she actually looked. Nobody clapped; rather, they hooped and hollered, as was appropriate. "To celebrate, we're having a couples dance off! The winners will receive a chocolate bath, of course, along with the 2500z and a guaranteed, all-expenses-paid, two-day vacation to our associated Wunderbar net resort for you and your partner! We'll handle negotiations with your boss, don't worry!"
Escort stood still, mouth slightly agape, then turned to Ship with a twinkle in her eye. "I must succeed, Ms. Ship. To that end, I must find the perfect partner," she continued with new conviction, striking a debonair figure as her sharp-featured face turned this way and that, looking for the perfect companion. Her silhouette was aided immensely by the shape of her assets against the backlights and her short dress swished this way and that, showing off her shapely but surprisingly musculature legs.
Of course, the bad news was that most of the "couples" were already formed and had arrived to the party as such. They were already beginning to crowd the floor, standing one-on-one in a familiar way that said "hey, we're couples." Thankfully, this also made it easy to tell who was free. As luck would have it, there were a lot of girls, but as fate would have it, there was no clear-cut way to tell who might have an interest in grouping up with Escort. The hostess herself began to make her way down to the floor, descending a sidewinding group of stares until she stood with the crowd.
Escort turned to Ship with a serious expression. "How should I attract someone? Should I go out and ask myself? Should I wait for someone to ask me?" she whispered beneath her breath. Funnily, she was remembering to talk in a way that was covert, but the way she was looking squarely at Ship would easily reveal that they'd come in together.
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Ship seemed completely surprised at the revelation that someone who looked like her might be considered too young for the club. "Yeah, what the hell? If someone like you shows up at a strip bar the bouncer looks for a parent or gives you a lollipop or somethin'."
"W-well, I'll take my chances that my air of maturity speaks for itself!" Ship pouted, crossing her arms and getting huffy. "Anyway, all of that sounds fine, Escort." The Navi felt more or less at home with the communication device in her ear. "Testing... one, two," Ship muttered beneath her breath while touching two fingers to the device, confirming it was working properly. She figured she could make the motion pretty natural by resting her head on a hand or adjusting her hair... maybe people would think she was a business communication Navi?
Ship initiated her plan to enter, going through rushed motions of trying to seem innocuous as she failed to conceal her excitement about going inside. She summoned her ship almost immediately upon exiting the limo, shedding her .GMO. She poked up from the smokestack as though she were arriving onto the net anew, then re-equipped the .GMO to remove the boat again. On the floor of the net, she trailed in shortly after Escort. She tried to avoid making too much eye contact with the bouncer, fearing that she was going to be turned away if he looked too long in spite of her "air of maturity."
The Navi scanned the interior of the building and followed Escort's figure ahead, regretting that she hadn't had a chance to design a clubbing .GMO for herself in the end. She recognized an announcement was starting quickly and maneuvered her way through the crowd to try and get a look at the speaker. "She seems to have great taste," Ship whispered beneath her breath, giggling a bit at her goofy pun.
"Really?" Lyn groaned, now sitting crosslegged on her stool as she shifted from discomfort. "She looks like a party stripper who was too big for the f*ckin' cake they stuffed her in."
Ship groaned inwardly at her operator's inability to catch the simplest of jokes. She was interested, though, that Escort had been to such an up-scale club before, and wondered once again what the occasion could possibly have been. Furthermore, she wondered how they got into such a place without cover charge... not that she was complaining. She quickly awoke from her ponderings to realize that everyone was apparently cheering now, so she made a point of clapping along. The next part, however, caught her completely off guard.
"Dance off...?" Ship inwardly gulped, biting her lip nervously and glancing over at the back of Escort's head. Being attached at the feet to a ship, of course, the nautical Navi had never learned anything in the line of dancing. Ship hoped that particular coaching service wasn't required of her... or maybe it was easier than it looked? Remembering what a hard time she'd had just standing on her new legs earlier, she shook her head at the thought.
... And to her dismay, Escort seemed entirely interested in this portion of the night's spectacle. Ship cracked a small smile, wondering if Escort saw this as an opportunity for a getaway that would lay the ground for a budding relationship, or just really wanted to get away from her work. The camp she'd been at earlier didn't seem like the most exciting locale...
Although she'd looked on-track to step out and find her destined companion for the night, Escort quickly turned around and contacted Ship in a somewhat high-profile manner. Quickly, Ship turned and started walking for the bar, intending to take a seat there alone. She figured this had a number of benefits:
First, it was the quickest way to shun Escort such that they wouldn't look connected and she could remind Escort they needed to be discrete. She had to break eye contact with Escort as quickly as possible... the last thing she needed was everyone thinking that the two of them were together for the competition. A small blush colored her cheeks at the thought.
Second, it would show that she wasn't interested in participating in this competition, so she wouldn't be propositioned by anyone, leaving her free to focus on helping Escort.
Finally, a bar like this might have some tasty chocolate drinks!
Happy with herself so far, Ship took a seat and began looking for a menu, raising two fingers to answer Escort's inquiry. "The way I see it, you have two options: both have natural elements, and as such are likely to succeed. The first is to act, as you may be, awkward and new to this. If an energetic person sees a bombshell like you clearly interested but without a partner, they'll be happy to step in and show you the ropes. The second is to take advantage of your... erm, charm, and try to find a partnerless Navi to sweep off her feet, preferably someone who seems meek. This option would probably require you to be confident in your dancing ability... I don't know if you are. I've got a good view of the dance floor, so if you need my help, tell me and I'll scout for someone who fits the bill. But really, the final choice is up to you! Think of it as if you were picking a partner and go for the one that suits your tastes while being within reach."
Ship turned her head and scanned the dance floor with this final point, trying to make it look like she was observing the entire event while really just watching Escort. While she thought what she'd said was a real plan, Ship was really looking forward to the secondary outcome of her advice... Maybe she would back Escort into a corner where she could find out what kind of girls were really her type. She crossed her fingers for Escort to have good love luck while wishing she had a chocolate float to sip on.
Lyn muttered under her breath and gnawed her pipe... all that place was doing for her was making her hungry, and the way she saw it, she was basically beached until Ship finished up. "Stupid f*ckin' chocolate..."
"W-well, I'll take my chances that my air of maturity speaks for itself!" Ship pouted, crossing her arms and getting huffy. "Anyway, all of that sounds fine, Escort." The Navi felt more or less at home with the communication device in her ear. "Testing... one, two," Ship muttered beneath her breath while touching two fingers to the device, confirming it was working properly. She figured she could make the motion pretty natural by resting her head on a hand or adjusting her hair... maybe people would think she was a business communication Navi?
Ship initiated her plan to enter, going through rushed motions of trying to seem innocuous as she failed to conceal her excitement about going inside. She summoned her ship almost immediately upon exiting the limo, shedding her .GMO. She poked up from the smokestack as though she were arriving onto the net anew, then re-equipped the .GMO to remove the boat again. On the floor of the net, she trailed in shortly after Escort. She tried to avoid making too much eye contact with the bouncer, fearing that she was going to be turned away if he looked too long in spite of her "air of maturity."
The Navi scanned the interior of the building and followed Escort's figure ahead, regretting that she hadn't had a chance to design a clubbing .GMO for herself in the end. She recognized an announcement was starting quickly and maneuvered her way through the crowd to try and get a look at the speaker. "She seems to have great taste," Ship whispered beneath her breath, giggling a bit at her goofy pun.
"Really?" Lyn groaned, now sitting crosslegged on her stool as she shifted from discomfort. "She looks like a party stripper who was too big for the f*ckin' cake they stuffed her in."
Ship groaned inwardly at her operator's inability to catch the simplest of jokes. She was interested, though, that Escort had been to such an up-scale club before, and wondered once again what the occasion could possibly have been. Furthermore, she wondered how they got into such a place without cover charge... not that she was complaining. She quickly awoke from her ponderings to realize that everyone was apparently cheering now, so she made a point of clapping along. The next part, however, caught her completely off guard.
"Dance off...?" Ship inwardly gulped, biting her lip nervously and glancing over at the back of Escort's head. Being attached at the feet to a ship, of course, the nautical Navi had never learned anything in the line of dancing. Ship hoped that particular coaching service wasn't required of her... or maybe it was easier than it looked? Remembering what a hard time she'd had just standing on her new legs earlier, she shook her head at the thought.
... And to her dismay, Escort seemed entirely interested in this portion of the night's spectacle. Ship cracked a small smile, wondering if Escort saw this as an opportunity for a getaway that would lay the ground for a budding relationship, or just really wanted to get away from her work. The camp she'd been at earlier didn't seem like the most exciting locale...
Although she'd looked on-track to step out and find her destined companion for the night, Escort quickly turned around and contacted Ship in a somewhat high-profile manner. Quickly, Ship turned and started walking for the bar, intending to take a seat there alone. She figured this had a number of benefits:
First, it was the quickest way to shun Escort such that they wouldn't look connected and she could remind Escort they needed to be discrete. She had to break eye contact with Escort as quickly as possible... the last thing she needed was everyone thinking that the two of them were together for the competition. A small blush colored her cheeks at the thought.
Second, it would show that she wasn't interested in participating in this competition, so she wouldn't be propositioned by anyone, leaving her free to focus on helping Escort.
Finally, a bar like this might have some tasty chocolate drinks!
Happy with herself so far, Ship took a seat and began looking for a menu, raising two fingers to answer Escort's inquiry. "The way I see it, you have two options: both have natural elements, and as such are likely to succeed. The first is to act, as you may be, awkward and new to this. If an energetic person sees a bombshell like you clearly interested but without a partner, they'll be happy to step in and show you the ropes. The second is to take advantage of your... erm, charm, and try to find a partnerless Navi to sweep off her feet, preferably someone who seems meek. This option would probably require you to be confident in your dancing ability... I don't know if you are. I've got a good view of the dance floor, so if you need my help, tell me and I'll scout for someone who fits the bill. But really, the final choice is up to you! Think of it as if you were picking a partner and go for the one that suits your tastes while being within reach."
Ship turned her head and scanned the dance floor with this final point, trying to make it look like she was observing the entire event while really just watching Escort. While she thought what she'd said was a real plan, Ship was really looking forward to the secondary outcome of her advice... Maybe she would back Escort into a corner where she could find out what kind of girls were really her type. She crossed her fingers for Escort to have good love luck while wishing she had a chocolate float to sip on.
Lyn muttered under her breath and gnawed her pipe... all that place was doing for her was making her hungry, and the way she saw it, she was basically beached until Ship finished up. "Stupid f*ckin' chocolate..."
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Luckily, the ship managed to get afloat... er, the Ship managed to get a float! The barkeep, a handsome guy with dark skin and dreadlocks tied into a big ponytail, had her prepared a smooth chocolate float before her little tush even touched the seat. He gave her a big smile, then focused on another customer. This pretty much confirmed that everyone had already pegged her as a little girl, too young for the club.
In the mean time, Escort disengaged her eyes from Ship and nodded, realizing that the tips made sense. Again, the situation brought some good news along with some bad. Good news: the strangers were all looking for someone and plenty of them were looking at Escort. The bad news: most of those interested were guys. The other good news: this seemed to be a more popular club for girls than guys, so there were actually a lot of girls left. The other bad news: the girls were mostly looking for guys. It was a complex situation.
Thankfully, Escort had trained hard for any sort of conflict situation... including the need for stealth (?) and predation (?). She weaved in and out of the crowd gracefully, searching for just the right target while giving every guy the tactical cold shoulder. She made her way through the crowd, further and further, using that discrete but ruthlessly effective technique. Some guy in blue armor came up to proposition her quite seriously, putting on a handsome smile, only to be brutally ignored in a way that made one wonder is even her powers of rejection were supernatural.
Finally, she found her target: a very shapely, tan woman with extremely long, blue hair, done into a ponytail that extended from the back of a red crown made from coral. She wore a flattering pink dress with a red coral adornment at the bustline and long sleeves. The woman's eyes looked red themselves and her overall appearance was intimidating, especially since she had been just leaning moodily against the wall.
Ship saw Escort's fingers tremble as she approached the woman. She must be resisting the urge to start writing in her book. That was good. What was bad? Her coping mechanism: saying everything she would write aloud. "A pretty woman of just over average height with spectacular bust and thighs with thin fingers I believe I would like to spend a night with her upon a beach with romantic candlelight oh it's a cliche I know but what a sweet and marvelously well suited cliche it is and I simply know she must want a woman to dance with as here she is on the dance floor by her lonesome trying to ward off men and women alike with her strong appearance which means that she is likely actually shy just like me we would be a perfect match!" It all came in one embarrassing, split second whisper that was hard to understand but none the less ought to stop before Escort engaged her partner and hopefully scored a dance.
In the mean time, Escort disengaged her eyes from Ship and nodded, realizing that the tips made sense. Again, the situation brought some good news along with some bad. Good news: the strangers were all looking for someone and plenty of them were looking at Escort. The bad news: most of those interested were guys. The other good news: this seemed to be a more popular club for girls than guys, so there were actually a lot of girls left. The other bad news: the girls were mostly looking for guys. It was a complex situation.
Thankfully, Escort had trained hard for any sort of conflict situation... including the need for stealth (?) and predation (?). She weaved in and out of the crowd gracefully, searching for just the right target while giving every guy the tactical cold shoulder. She made her way through the crowd, further and further, using that discrete but ruthlessly effective technique. Some guy in blue armor came up to proposition her quite seriously, putting on a handsome smile, only to be brutally ignored in a way that made one wonder is even her powers of rejection were supernatural.
Finally, she found her target: a very shapely, tan woman with extremely long, blue hair, done into a ponytail that extended from the back of a red crown made from coral. She wore a flattering pink dress with a red coral adornment at the bustline and long sleeves. The woman's eyes looked red themselves and her overall appearance was intimidating, especially since she had been just leaning moodily against the wall.
Ship saw Escort's fingers tremble as she approached the woman. She must be resisting the urge to start writing in her book. That was good. What was bad? Her coping mechanism: saying everything she would write aloud. "A pretty woman of just over average height with spectacular bust and thighs with thin fingers I believe I would like to spend a night with her upon a beach with romantic candlelight oh it's a cliche I know but what a sweet and marvelously well suited cliche it is and I simply know she must want a woman to dance with as here she is on the dance floor by her lonesome trying to ward off men and women alike with her strong appearance which means that she is likely actually shy just like me we would be a perfect match!" It all came in one embarrassing, split second whisper that was hard to understand but none the less ought to stop before Escort engaged her partner and hopefully scored a dance.
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Ship sucked on her straw contentedly for a moment, not even watching Escort as she placed a hand on her cheek and felt the rich, chocolatey goodness run smooth down her throat. She smiled brightly at the bartender, happily receiving the float while missing the implications. She grabbed a napkin and dabbed her lips as she turned...
... to find Escort completely lost in the throng of partygoers. Worse yet, the average person was tall enough such that they could block Ship's view, whether they were raising the roof or getting down low. Ship knew she'd have a chance if she could just get above the average head height. Escort was tall enough that she ought to be able to recognize her.
The Navi took another sip before regretfully transferring the cool glass from her hands to the bar. Leaving earth and her float behind, Ship carefully placed one hand onto the stool she was on... or rather, into. Her hand disappeared as though into water, allowing her to raise her normally hidden feet out of the floor. By carefully lifting one leg up and then fearlessly rising to it while quickly bringing up the other, she managed to stand high. Ship found herself in a rematch with gravity as she flailed her arms to combat her momentum. This time, however, she managed to get lucky: she raised her arms high to grab bar protrusion from the ceiling with her fingertips and saved herself, temporarily standing on her tiptoes until she lowered herself to her heels.
Ship smiled confidently as she found herself now able to survey the dance floor, but she knew she had to hurry... if people saw her standing on a chair in a place like this, they might think...! What would she do if they started throwing money?! Ship gasped and shook her head to chase out the thought. The Navi probably needed to be more worried about the management forcing her to stop standing on furniture, but that didn't occur to her.
Regaining her focus, Ship quickly got an eye on her target's head cutting through the crowd like a shark through water. She had a moment to appreciate that the fact that this was the image coming to mind might mean Escort was going about this slightly the wrong way... but maybe she knew what she was doing? In any case, Ship's own enthusiasm for romantic drama was easily influenced by Escort's intensity. "Go, Escort, go!" the Navi whispered to herself.
Unfortunately, Escort's next few moves struck Ship with sudden concern. The slick, well-handling limousine that was Escort was probably about to spin herself into a wall. Escort definitely hadn't gone for the one she was expecting.
"So, she likes them like that..." Ship muttered, her enthusiasm seeming suddenly deflated. She turned and bent to reclaim her float from the bar again, taking a long draw to perk herself up.
"More than that, though, a woman with that aura... what if she's just a bodyguard for someone else here, not looking for romance at all? Escort could be in for a heartbreaker... but I promised her I'd support her choice!" If Ship wanted to help, the first thing she needed to do was something about Escort's nervous chatter. She couldn't catch what was being said, but she knew that blowing the first impression like that would be fatal. But what was there Ship could do to get Escort to calm down? Ship's new friend was taking this a lot more seriously than she had expected...
Ship sighed and raised her float to her lips in one hand. She raised one hand behind her hair, secretly putting two hands to the earpiece, while speaking under her breath. "You've got to calm down, Escort! First impressions! Try this: even if it doesn't seem realistic, just try to think of your approach the same as the pick-up you'd used on me first. People are used to people being cheesy on the pick-up, but showing that you're calm and confident enough to put some thought into it will go a long way. After you have a foot in the door, you might be able to shift more to your natural self. Okay? Just... think of me, and I'm sure you'll be able to talk to her normally..." Ship removed the hand from her ear and let out another sigh, finishing off the her stiff chocolate drink in a healthy swig. She placed it back on the bar, wondering if they'd refill it for her.
In the meantime, she lowered herself to her knees on the chair, folding her arms on the back. She found that now that she had a visual on Escort, she'd probably be able to keep track of her at this height.
Lyn could tell Ship must not have been able to make out Escort's words at all... otherwise, she'd be freaking and bailing out on this nutjob, right? There was nervousness, and then there was whatever the hell Escort was. Lyn figured she had mostly put two and two together, but she figured that as long as Ship was willing to see the mission through she'd keep quiet and avoid making her jump.
"If I'm as sharp as I think I am... and I usually am, all that hot air and dime-store romance novel script spewin' out of her is what she normally writes in that damn book. We'll keep with this... and at the end, I'll have Ship take that f*ckin' book and rip whatever that huge b*tch wrote about me to shreds! By force, if she has to!" Lyn clenched her fingers into her fist almost hard enough to draw blood, and her teeth into her pipe almost hard enough to draw tobacco.
... to find Escort completely lost in the throng of partygoers. Worse yet, the average person was tall enough such that they could block Ship's view, whether they were raising the roof or getting down low. Ship knew she'd have a chance if she could just get above the average head height. Escort was tall enough that she ought to be able to recognize her.
The Navi took another sip before regretfully transferring the cool glass from her hands to the bar. Leaving earth and her float behind, Ship carefully placed one hand onto the stool she was on... or rather, into. Her hand disappeared as though into water, allowing her to raise her normally hidden feet out of the floor. By carefully lifting one leg up and then fearlessly rising to it while quickly bringing up the other, she managed to stand high. Ship found herself in a rematch with gravity as she flailed her arms to combat her momentum. This time, however, she managed to get lucky: she raised her arms high to grab bar protrusion from the ceiling with her fingertips and saved herself, temporarily standing on her tiptoes until she lowered herself to her heels.
Ship smiled confidently as she found herself now able to survey the dance floor, but she knew she had to hurry... if people saw her standing on a chair in a place like this, they might think...! What would she do if they started throwing money?! Ship gasped and shook her head to chase out the thought. The Navi probably needed to be more worried about the management forcing her to stop standing on furniture, but that didn't occur to her.
Regaining her focus, Ship quickly got an eye on her target's head cutting through the crowd like a shark through water. She had a moment to appreciate that the fact that this was the image coming to mind might mean Escort was going about this slightly the wrong way... but maybe she knew what she was doing? In any case, Ship's own enthusiasm for romantic drama was easily influenced by Escort's intensity. "Go, Escort, go!" the Navi whispered to herself.
Unfortunately, Escort's next few moves struck Ship with sudden concern. The slick, well-handling limousine that was Escort was probably about to spin herself into a wall. Escort definitely hadn't gone for the one she was expecting.
"So, she likes them like that..." Ship muttered, her enthusiasm seeming suddenly deflated. She turned and bent to reclaim her float from the bar again, taking a long draw to perk herself up.
"More than that, though, a woman with that aura... what if she's just a bodyguard for someone else here, not looking for romance at all? Escort could be in for a heartbreaker... but I promised her I'd support her choice!" If Ship wanted to help, the first thing she needed to do was something about Escort's nervous chatter. She couldn't catch what was being said, but she knew that blowing the first impression like that would be fatal. But what was there Ship could do to get Escort to calm down? Ship's new friend was taking this a lot more seriously than she had expected...
Ship sighed and raised her float to her lips in one hand. She raised one hand behind her hair, secretly putting two hands to the earpiece, while speaking under her breath. "You've got to calm down, Escort! First impressions! Try this: even if it doesn't seem realistic, just try to think of your approach the same as the pick-up you'd used on me first. People are used to people being cheesy on the pick-up, but showing that you're calm and confident enough to put some thought into it will go a long way. After you have a foot in the door, you might be able to shift more to your natural self. Okay? Just... think of me, and I'm sure you'll be able to talk to her normally..." Ship removed the hand from her ear and let out another sigh, finishing off the her stiff chocolate drink in a healthy swig. She placed it back on the bar, wondering if they'd refill it for her.
In the meantime, she lowered herself to her knees on the chair, folding her arms on the back. She found that now that she had a visual on Escort, she'd probably be able to keep track of her at this height.
Lyn could tell Ship must not have been able to make out Escort's words at all... otherwise, she'd be freaking and bailing out on this nutjob, right? There was nervousness, and then there was whatever the hell Escort was. Lyn figured she had mostly put two and two together, but she figured that as long as Ship was willing to see the mission through she'd keep quiet and avoid making her jump.
"If I'm as sharp as I think I am... and I usually am, all that hot air and dime-store romance novel script spewin' out of her is what she normally writes in that damn book. We'll keep with this... and at the end, I'll have Ship take that f*ckin' book and rip whatever that huge b*tch wrote about me to shreds! By force, if she has to!" Lyn clenched her fingers into her fist almost hard enough to draw blood, and her teeth into her pipe almost hard enough to draw tobacco.
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Escort nodded, trying to keep her composure. Of course, pretending she was talking to Ship was going to be hard... despite sharing themes rooted in nautical concepts, the two navis Escort been asked to hit on today were night and day in terms of appearance and, presumably, attitude. Still, Escort was too far committed to back down now and furthermore wasn't the type to do so. Then again, she had also never brave enough to start when it came to romance...
Moving up to the wholly uninterested looking woman, Escort stopped to lean next to her, occupying the same pillar and giving a smile that would have made her look like a devilishly cool guy if she were dressed as usual. Instead, it made her look like a devilishly cool woman, which was probably an improvement. "Are you interested in dancing? I think that together, we could easily take the competition and prize for ourselves," she offered, extending one hand in a handshake (still a very masculine and cool gesture).
Unfortunately, the girl looked surprised for a moment, then turned her head away. "Not interested," she responded in a low, terse mutter. "I don't dance."
Escort's eyebrows lowered, making her look momentarily upset, but she picked them back up and continued smiling. Her smile brightened as she realized something important. "Maybe you just haven't found the right partner yet? I can be that partner for you!" she offered, retracting her hand and crossing both arms. "A beautiful woman deserves the perfect partner..."
The woman turned back to face Escort, frowning hard. "I'm a bodyguard! I came here to guard Miss Garnish and I'm employed by Wunderbar. Why are you asking me to dance?!" she growled.
The tall navi in black blinked for a moment, then smiled wider. "Because I find you terribly alluring," she answered honestly; the other girl huffed and turned her head again. Frowning, Escort looked both ways, then continued in an even more earnest attempt. "I'm a bodyguard too, actually... for a woman who I'm taking some time away from. She's a beautiful woman with no interest in me. I think we have a lot in common!" No response. "Don't you want some time away? Time away to spend with another girl who may care about you in a way that your employer doesn't?" Ship could see the other girl's face begin to redden; she had a sort of a sheepish look to her. Escort, on the other hand, couldn't, and was beginning to feel more and more desperate. "I-If you don't want to dance... Can I at least get you a drink...?" she asked, looking down towards the floor.
"I don't like chocolate," the girl responded, keeping her head turned.
"Then if we win the contest, I'll be an umbrella for you and take all of the chocolate myself!" Escort responded, pressing one hand to her chest. The girl looked even more affected, but was still being annoyingly obstinate. Escort hung her head and frowned, believing she was getting no reaction.
Moving up to the wholly uninterested looking woman, Escort stopped to lean next to her, occupying the same pillar and giving a smile that would have made her look like a devilishly cool guy if she were dressed as usual. Instead, it made her look like a devilishly cool woman, which was probably an improvement. "Are you interested in dancing? I think that together, we could easily take the competition and prize for ourselves," she offered, extending one hand in a handshake (still a very masculine and cool gesture).
Unfortunately, the girl looked surprised for a moment, then turned her head away. "Not interested," she responded in a low, terse mutter. "I don't dance."
Escort's eyebrows lowered, making her look momentarily upset, but she picked them back up and continued smiling. Her smile brightened as she realized something important. "Maybe you just haven't found the right partner yet? I can be that partner for you!" she offered, retracting her hand and crossing both arms. "A beautiful woman deserves the perfect partner..."
The woman turned back to face Escort, frowning hard. "I'm a bodyguard! I came here to guard Miss Garnish and I'm employed by Wunderbar. Why are you asking me to dance?!" she growled.
The tall navi in black blinked for a moment, then smiled wider. "Because I find you terribly alluring," she answered honestly; the other girl huffed and turned her head again. Frowning, Escort looked both ways, then continued in an even more earnest attempt. "I'm a bodyguard too, actually... for a woman who I'm taking some time away from. She's a beautiful woman with no interest in me. I think we have a lot in common!" No response. "Don't you want some time away? Time away to spend with another girl who may care about you in a way that your employer doesn't?" Ship could see the other girl's face begin to redden; she had a sort of a sheepish look to her. Escort, on the other hand, couldn't, and was beginning to feel more and more desperate. "I-If you don't want to dance... Can I at least get you a drink...?" she asked, looking down towards the floor.
"I don't like chocolate," the girl responded, keeping her head turned.
"Then if we win the contest, I'll be an umbrella for you and take all of the chocolate myself!" Escort responded, pressing one hand to her chest. The girl looked even more affected, but was still being annoyingly obstinate. Escort hung her head and frowned, believing she was getting no reaction.
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Ship watched and listened closely, growing starry-eyed and nodding enthusiastically whenever Escort made a come-on and gasping as her heartstrings were tugged by repeated rejection. Her responses were not at all veiled, and anyone observing her on her stool would probably be able to tell she was reacting to something on the dance floor, but they'd probably be hard pressed to say exactly what. Ship was impressed by Escort's repeated attack and found herself reaching for the float again, as if intaking more sugar would help energize Escort further... she found it still empty, and tried to signal with one hand to have it refilled while keeping her attention on the action.
"Oooh, you're doing so good! Don't give up now!" Ship couldn't tell why Escort had stopped pressing the attack when she was so obviously making headway. Unless... she couldn't tell? She fumbled with her headgear a second before remembering all she needed to do was hold up two fingers. "Escort! I've seen that before! That's the look the tough girl makes before she caves in to a charming girl! She'll be like 'No way, frig off ya friggin' princess,' but that's the act she puts on because she thinks she has to in order to keep up appearances." Ship growled and squinted with her imitation, as though trying to mimic a pirate.
"Oi." Lyn interrupted, giving Ship a sharp glare. "You talkin' about anyone in particular...?"
"In Lyn's case, it's because she's a tough-as-nails Navi trainer and has to keep up that face," Ship continued, not missing a beat.
"Hey! In Lyn's case, it's because her Navi is a ditzy, prissy little airhead that can't tie her own f*ckin' shoes without Lyn's help!" Lyn protested, not at all comfortable being characterized this way to other people.
"But in this woman's case, it's better because the problem is obvious! She's here to act as a bodyguard... in other words, it's just a job." Ship smiled, feeling she had the perfect answer already in hold. "Why don't you convince her to let me act as a bodyguard for a while so she can enjoy herself? With this earpiece, we can probably even convince her I am one! Just keep laying it on like you are now, and see if you can get her to agree to it."
"You, a bodyguard?" Lyn barked, although she suddenly reigned in her anger at the last moment. Admitting Ship didn't look one bit like a bodyguard would be to admit that she herself hadn't done squat to try and get rid of her Navi's flowery look. Lyn marked that on the mental to-do list, right after getting those pages from Escort and mauling Ship's PET with a hammer for what she did earlier.
"Oooh, you're doing so good! Don't give up now!" Ship couldn't tell why Escort had stopped pressing the attack when she was so obviously making headway. Unless... she couldn't tell? She fumbled with her headgear a second before remembering all she needed to do was hold up two fingers. "Escort! I've seen that before! That's the look the tough girl makes before she caves in to a charming girl! She'll be like 'No way, frig off ya friggin' princess,' but that's the act she puts on because she thinks she has to in order to keep up appearances." Ship growled and squinted with her imitation, as though trying to mimic a pirate.
"Oi." Lyn interrupted, giving Ship a sharp glare. "You talkin' about anyone in particular...?"
"In Lyn's case, it's because she's a tough-as-nails Navi trainer and has to keep up that face," Ship continued, not missing a beat.
"Hey! In Lyn's case, it's because her Navi is a ditzy, prissy little airhead that can't tie her own f*ckin' shoes without Lyn's help!" Lyn protested, not at all comfortable being characterized this way to other people.
"But in this woman's case, it's better because the problem is obvious! She's here to act as a bodyguard... in other words, it's just a job." Ship smiled, feeling she had the perfect answer already in hold. "Why don't you convince her to let me act as a bodyguard for a while so she can enjoy herself? With this earpiece, we can probably even convince her I am one! Just keep laying it on like you are now, and see if you can get her to agree to it."
"You, a bodyguard?" Lyn barked, although she suddenly reigned in her anger at the last moment. Admitting Ship didn't look one bit like a bodyguard would be to admit that she herself hadn't done squat to try and get rid of her Navi's flowery look. Lyn marked that on the mental to-do list, right after getting those pages from Escort and mauling Ship's PET with a hammer for what she did earlier.
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Escort's eyebrows tensed as she used all her powers of tact to avoid pointing out that Lyn acted like she'd never fell for Ship in her life. It took an equal amount of pinache to avoid suggesting that she hoped to have a much less dysfunctional relationship with her new partner. Still, Escort was well trained in the sort of thing and nodded while keeping her mouth closed. "I know how it is... training yourself to keep an emotional distance due to your work. You can't afford to grow attached to clients and you certainly can't have your reliability jeapordized by softness nor a confusion of priorities. But if there's one thing I've learned, it's that a bodyguard like you or I defends a woman worth defending, and women like those want their friends to be happy. We should give to each other what our employers can't give us," she suggested.
"That big cake? You're better looking than her..." the bodyguard answered, still facing away.
"Well... good, then. My name is Escort," she sighed, smiling.
"I'm Coral," the girl reponded; it was a pretty obvious name. "Escort like...?"
"Like a chauffeur or... a bodyguard," Escort replied, grabbing her partner's hand as their eyes finally met. "Shall we dance?"
"I dunno of you ever thought about this, but a coral reef is kinda known for being rigid and stationary. Not exactly great for dancing," the bodyguard continued, still frowning. "Can we win like this?"
"Oh... it will be fine if you need to take off your dress," Escort muttered, her fingers again twitching as she fought against her diary habit.
"Not that, geez!" the girl gasped, shaking her hands. "I meant me! Like, metaphorically, I'm like coral! Coral doesn't dance!"
"Neither do chauffeurs, but luckily, I've had a bit of prior practice with this for one of my assignments. Can you mimic the basic movements of... let's say, that one over there?" Escort inquired, pointing towards a couple that were raising their arms and swaying their hips to the beat coming from the speakers. Once the other girl nodded to confirm, Escort smiled and dropped her arms.
Nervously, Coral raised her hands into the air, palms up, and began to swivel her curvy, slender body with the music. Perhaps a little slow, but apparently good for Escort's purpose, as the NS subordinate got into motion. She stepped around to the back of her new companion, locked her hands around her partner's waist, and split both of her own legs, gyrating her hips and dropping her body low with surprising flexibility and an immodest slathering of eroticism. Anyone viewing her from the front stood a good chance of seeing her panties and a definite chance of seeing her thighs.
"W-What kind of mission did you need this for again?" Coral stammered, feeling Escort's back slide down her own.
"Playing a character," Escort responded simply.
"Are you playing a character tonight?"
"Actually... no, I'm not," she responded, figuring that if your policy is to be honest when you're trying to pick up a date, you're not really doing anything untrustworthy. The tall woman leaned her body forward and slipped her low body back up, sliding their butts together such that Ship could almost see the fabric riding up, before spinning around her partner to face the front. She kept one arm around Coral's waist while dancing with her back to her friend's front. Her free hand caressed Coral's cheek slowly, then came to a rest slowly at the back of her neck.
"This would really be better if I were doing the moving and you the standing, since you're so much taller," Coral muttered
"This is fine," Escort assured her with a smile.
"I-I dunno, you're um... a little... Maybe I should move too," Coral continued, sounding a little out of breath. Escort client see what Ship could: it looked like Coral's neck was going to buckle just from the pull of Escorts hand. While Ship might not understand the weight of Escort, she may have some idea of her muscle...
"Wunderbar! What an excellent crowd we have tonight!" the hostess laughed through her strawberry microphone. "I believe I see NetPolice officials here tonight, although this kind of dancing isn't in any police manual you're going to see! And is that...? It is! My very own Coral has found myself a playmate! And what a catch!" she continued, allowing the cameras for the LED screen to focus on their dance momentarily. "There's fun for everyone at Wunderbar!" To punctuate the point, she had them switch over to a capture of the energetic bartender sliding Ship another drink.
"That big cake? You're better looking than her..." the bodyguard answered, still facing away.
"Well... good, then. My name is Escort," she sighed, smiling.
"I'm Coral," the girl reponded; it was a pretty obvious name. "Escort like...?"
"Like a chauffeur or... a bodyguard," Escort replied, grabbing her partner's hand as their eyes finally met. "Shall we dance?"
"I dunno of you ever thought about this, but a coral reef is kinda known for being rigid and stationary. Not exactly great for dancing," the bodyguard continued, still frowning. "Can we win like this?"
"Oh... it will be fine if you need to take off your dress," Escort muttered, her fingers again twitching as she fought against her diary habit.
"Not that, geez!" the girl gasped, shaking her hands. "I meant me! Like, metaphorically, I'm like coral! Coral doesn't dance!"
"Neither do chauffeurs, but luckily, I've had a bit of prior practice with this for one of my assignments. Can you mimic the basic movements of... let's say, that one over there?" Escort inquired, pointing towards a couple that were raising their arms and swaying their hips to the beat coming from the speakers. Once the other girl nodded to confirm, Escort smiled and dropped her arms.
Nervously, Coral raised her hands into the air, palms up, and began to swivel her curvy, slender body with the music. Perhaps a little slow, but apparently good for Escort's purpose, as the NS subordinate got into motion. She stepped around to the back of her new companion, locked her hands around her partner's waist, and split both of her own legs, gyrating her hips and dropping her body low with surprising flexibility and an immodest slathering of eroticism. Anyone viewing her from the front stood a good chance of seeing her panties and a definite chance of seeing her thighs.
"W-What kind of mission did you need this for again?" Coral stammered, feeling Escort's back slide down her own.
"Playing a character," Escort responded simply.
"Are you playing a character tonight?"
"Actually... no, I'm not," she responded, figuring that if your policy is to be honest when you're trying to pick up a date, you're not really doing anything untrustworthy. The tall woman leaned her body forward and slipped her low body back up, sliding their butts together such that Ship could almost see the fabric riding up, before spinning around her partner to face the front. She kept one arm around Coral's waist while dancing with her back to her friend's front. Her free hand caressed Coral's cheek slowly, then came to a rest slowly at the back of her neck.
"This would really be better if I were doing the moving and you the standing, since you're so much taller," Coral muttered
"This is fine," Escort assured her with a smile.
"I-I dunno, you're um... a little... Maybe I should move too," Coral continued, sounding a little out of breath. Escort client see what Ship could: it looked like Coral's neck was going to buckle just from the pull of Escorts hand. While Ship might not understand the weight of Escort, she may have some idea of her muscle...
"Wunderbar! What an excellent crowd we have tonight!" the hostess laughed through her strawberry microphone. "I believe I see NetPolice officials here tonight, although this kind of dancing isn't in any police manual you're going to see! And is that...? It is! My very own Coral has found myself a playmate! And what a catch!" she continued, allowing the cameras for the LED screen to focus on their dance momentarily. "There's fun for everyone at Wunderbar!" To punctuate the point, she had them switch over to a capture of the energetic bartender sliding Ship another drink.
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Ship was surprised that Escort hadn't needed to take advantage of her offer, but also relieved. She thought she'd already sacrificed plenty by staying off the dance floor, so she was pleased to see she would at least be able to keep an eye on her friend's blooming romantic escapades. "Escort really seems to be on a roll... she's got a natural touch for this, don't you think, Lyn? Everything that comes out of her mouth sounds so romantic!"
"What, that bodyguard speech? I felt like I was watching a foreign cop drama dubbed over..." Lyn scratched her head indiscreetly, not looking like a proper maid at all.
"Isn't it interesting, though? That girl turned out to be the club owner's bodyguard. Imagine how many people must have wanted to do what Escort is doing right now. And yet here she is, taking love by its curvy hips and..." Ship trailed off, her face freezing in a wide smile and quickly reddening.
Lyn was equally surprised by Escort's "prowess," but couldn't pass up the opportunity for a tease. "Whatsa matter, Princess, did you think this would be ballroom dancin'? Haven't you been paying any attention? Still, I'm surprised to see the musclewoman like that move like this..."
Ship continued to smile widely, almost looking like someone trying to hold their breath underwater. Steam was practically coming out of her ears as she fidgeted with her hands in her lap. She kept opening her mouth helplessly, as though trying to find something dignified or cute to say about what she was watching Escort do on the dance floor. "Uh, Escort is really... quite, um... very."
The operator was beginning to get frustrated again as Ship moved past the territory of "fun to tease" and into "embarrassing." "Yeah, she's f*ckin' very as hell. What are you going to do now besides watch your little peepshow and slam chocolate shakes? Seems like Escort has plenty of dancin' and romancin' aptitude without your help."
Ship nodded in agreement, hearing a yes-or-no question. She was finally knocked out of her stupor by the sight of her own funny-looking near-sweating face displaying on the large screen. That was not an angle she wanted Escort to remember at all... She quickly fixed it into a normal smile and giggle, as if excited about seeing herself on the monitor, and swiveled to swipe her shake from behind her.
She was hoping it would seem like she'd just been looking back at the monitor or the speaker, or else people could actually start to get suspicious. Her mind wandered as she sipped the new drink down... how would she see Escort without obviously standing on the chair? She had to look for a high vantage point so she could continue helping her out.
... Would Escort have seen her face on the screen? She and Coral had just appeared before, so it was quite possible the two would have been looking up for that. Then again, maybe she was absorbed in what she was doing...
Thinking about what Escort was doing filled her with renewed vigor to try and get an eye on the dance floor again. Maybe she could pretend she was just intrigued by the dance floor from her first look? Ship felt like this was the easiest solution, and simply settled back in with her float. Not like there was anything to look at behind the counter.
The Navi saw Escort had put her partner into a somewhat problematic situation. Ship's mind was in full girl mode now, though, and she felt that the last thing any woman trying to score a relationship needed to be told was that she was 'heavy,' whether the ends were just or not. She'd have to play around it. "You're doing great, Escort," Ship praised her client, turning back to take a sip of her drink as she touched the two fingers to her set. Somehow, she seemed to think it would seem less suspicious if she wasn't looking out as she spoke. "You should take her up on her offer, though! Let her dance around you for a bit. Nobody wants to feel like a sexy flagpole, you know? And you might both enjoy it. Even if it's awkward, those sorts of situations can be fun... and romantic!" Ship giggled goofily and took another deep sip of her float.
Feeling some extra energy from all the sugar, Ship decided to make herself more useful. Escort winning the competition would be the perfect beginning to the budding of a 'beautiful friendship' for her and Coral... Ship decided to scan the dance floor and see if she could scout out the competition. Maybe she could learn something to give Escort a leg up in the competition.
Lyn continued to mutter under her breath, wondering exactly how long this was going to go on. If she was coaching Ship, who was just coaching someone else, that made her feel very second banana... On top of that, she felt like one of two things were going to happen in the next 10 minutes: she was going to become a lesbian, or she was going to go insane from having to deal with them.
"What, that bodyguard speech? I felt like I was watching a foreign cop drama dubbed over..." Lyn scratched her head indiscreetly, not looking like a proper maid at all.
"Isn't it interesting, though? That girl turned out to be the club owner's bodyguard. Imagine how many people must have wanted to do what Escort is doing right now. And yet here she is, taking love by its curvy hips and..." Ship trailed off, her face freezing in a wide smile and quickly reddening.
Lyn was equally surprised by Escort's "prowess," but couldn't pass up the opportunity for a tease. "Whatsa matter, Princess, did you think this would be ballroom dancin'? Haven't you been paying any attention? Still, I'm surprised to see the musclewoman like that move like this..."
Ship continued to smile widely, almost looking like someone trying to hold their breath underwater. Steam was practically coming out of her ears as she fidgeted with her hands in her lap. She kept opening her mouth helplessly, as though trying to find something dignified or cute to say about what she was watching Escort do on the dance floor. "Uh, Escort is really... quite, um... very."
The operator was beginning to get frustrated again as Ship moved past the territory of "fun to tease" and into "embarrassing." "Yeah, she's f*ckin' very as hell. What are you going to do now besides watch your little peepshow and slam chocolate shakes? Seems like Escort has plenty of dancin' and romancin' aptitude without your help."
Ship nodded in agreement, hearing a yes-or-no question. She was finally knocked out of her stupor by the sight of her own funny-looking near-sweating face displaying on the large screen. That was not an angle she wanted Escort to remember at all... She quickly fixed it into a normal smile and giggle, as if excited about seeing herself on the monitor, and swiveled to swipe her shake from behind her.
She was hoping it would seem like she'd just been looking back at the monitor or the speaker, or else people could actually start to get suspicious. Her mind wandered as she sipped the new drink down... how would she see Escort without obviously standing on the chair? She had to look for a high vantage point so she could continue helping her out.
... Would Escort have seen her face on the screen? She and Coral had just appeared before, so it was quite possible the two would have been looking up for that. Then again, maybe she was absorbed in what she was doing...
Thinking about what Escort was doing filled her with renewed vigor to try and get an eye on the dance floor again. Maybe she could pretend she was just intrigued by the dance floor from her first look? Ship felt like this was the easiest solution, and simply settled back in with her float. Not like there was anything to look at behind the counter.
The Navi saw Escort had put her partner into a somewhat problematic situation. Ship's mind was in full girl mode now, though, and she felt that the last thing any woman trying to score a relationship needed to be told was that she was 'heavy,' whether the ends were just or not. She'd have to play around it. "You're doing great, Escort," Ship praised her client, turning back to take a sip of her drink as she touched the two fingers to her set. Somehow, she seemed to think it would seem less suspicious if she wasn't looking out as she spoke. "You should take her up on her offer, though! Let her dance around you for a bit. Nobody wants to feel like a sexy flagpole, you know? And you might both enjoy it. Even if it's awkward, those sorts of situations can be fun... and romantic!" Ship giggled goofily and took another deep sip of her float.
Feeling some extra energy from all the sugar, Ship decided to make herself more useful. Escort winning the competition would be the perfect beginning to the budding of a 'beautiful friendship' for her and Coral... Ship decided to scan the dance floor and see if she could scout out the competition. Maybe she could learn something to give Escort a leg up in the competition.
Lyn continued to mutter under her breath, wondering exactly how long this was going to go on. If she was coaching Ship, who was just coaching someone else, that made her feel very second banana... On top of that, she felt like one of two things were going to happen in the next 10 minutes: she was going to become a lesbian, or she was going to go insane from having to deal with them.
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Escort smiled but said nothing; even a vacant nod would be put of character as acknowledgement right now. Ship didn't have to worry about her client getting distracted, as Escort had her eyes on the prize, except for the situations when she want back to front with her partner. She let go of Coral and stepped back, raising her hands into the air in alternating pumping motions while shaking her broad hips, the skirt flapping each time in a provocative way.
Nervously, Coral stepped up to close vicinity with Escort, placing both hands on her shoulders and snaking her abdomen, in and out towards Escort. As tall and well developed as she was, Escort was still more so, so it seemed a little bit more natural with Coral accomplishing most of the movement.
The guy behind the counter stared at Ship, noticing now more or less what she was doing, which appeared to be instructing an older woman on how to dance sexy. He kept his smile on and turned to another customer, thinking it best that he not get involved.
In the mean time, Ship thought she might have a pretty good idea who the other group was: two curvy (but average height and muscle tone) girls were dancing as others watched, interestingly making the two must-see couples of the night both lesbian pairs. The taller girl, with a deep, purple-red colored ponytail and a red, short clubbin dress, was dancing with another shorter girl, whose hair was a more natural red and who was dressed in a glimmering red belly-jacket and matching short-shorts. The two were dancing with better synchronization than Escort and Coral, almost as if they'd practiced. At one moment, where the girl in the dress turned quickly and put both hands into the air, the other popped her on the butt, causing the crowd to "woooooooo!" at the audible thwack.
She didn't look all too happy with it, and her face went as red as her dress. "Cherry, not in public!" she hissed; the girls were now more or less in a circle with Escort and Corap, so Ship's enhanced audio could pick it up.
"Is anybody else feeling hot in here, or is it just me? This is Wunderbar, everybody!" the hostess laughed. "I think my frosting is going to melt right off!"
"If we win, are they going to make me a chocolate covered cherry?" the smaller girl chuckled. The other sighed. "What's the matte, doesn't that sound appetizing? You want to lick it off, don't you?" The taller girl went red again and smiled, looking perverted. Apparently she did.
Escort and Coral both blushed, looking momentarily distracted from their dancing. They were probably within audible distance as well. The bartender tried to act inconspicuous as he cleaned a mug close-by Ship, trying to listen to the faint volume of her receiver. It was a fruitless effort, thanks to the music pumping throughout the club.
Nervously, Coral stepped up to close vicinity with Escort, placing both hands on her shoulders and snaking her abdomen, in and out towards Escort. As tall and well developed as she was, Escort was still more so, so it seemed a little bit more natural with Coral accomplishing most of the movement.
The guy behind the counter stared at Ship, noticing now more or less what she was doing, which appeared to be instructing an older woman on how to dance sexy. He kept his smile on and turned to another customer, thinking it best that he not get involved.
In the mean time, Ship thought she might have a pretty good idea who the other group was: two curvy (but average height and muscle tone) girls were dancing as others watched, interestingly making the two must-see couples of the night both lesbian pairs. The taller girl, with a deep, purple-red colored ponytail and a red, short clubbin dress, was dancing with another shorter girl, whose hair was a more natural red and who was dressed in a glimmering red belly-jacket and matching short-shorts. The two were dancing with better synchronization than Escort and Coral, almost as if they'd practiced. At one moment, where the girl in the dress turned quickly and put both hands into the air, the other popped her on the butt, causing the crowd to "woooooooo!" at the audible thwack.
She didn't look all too happy with it, and her face went as red as her dress. "Cherry, not in public!" she hissed; the girls were now more or less in a circle with Escort and Corap, so Ship's enhanced audio could pick it up.
"Is anybody else feeling hot in here, or is it just me? This is Wunderbar, everybody!" the hostess laughed. "I think my frosting is going to melt right off!"
"If we win, are they going to make me a chocolate covered cherry?" the smaller girl chuckled. The other sighed. "What's the matte, doesn't that sound appetizing? You want to lick it off, don't you?" The taller girl went red again and smiled, looking perverted. Apparently she did.
Escort and Coral both blushed, looking momentarily distracted from their dancing. They were probably within audible distance as well. The bartender tried to act inconspicuous as he cleaned a mug close-by Ship, trying to listen to the faint volume of her receiver. It was a fruitless effort, thanks to the music pumping throughout the club.
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Ship continued to watch the action unfolding on the dancefloor with a pensive frown. She didn't doubt that Escort and Coral were performing better than either of them could have imagined, but that pair she'd just spotted was going to be a serious threat. She could tell that Escort felt the same way. "Those two are kind of vulgar, aren't they? Doing those kind of things on the dance floor in front of other people...!" Ship muttered to herself under her breath.
"Which two are you talkin' about? Both teams seem horny as hell to me," Lyn answered honestly. "That said, the red pair's definitely the talk of the floor right now. You got some plan to make Escort end up on top?"
Thinking about Escort on top reminded Ship of her mission. Practically blowing smoke from her nostrils, she devoted all of her bubbly braincells to the task at hand again. She placed her fingers to her ear and got her straw out of her mouth. "Unless I'm very much mistaken, you're not going to beat those two in coordinated dancing. The two move like a well-oiled machine... I don't think that's the reason they're drawing so much attention, though. It's got to be that hot, spicy shock factor! But... I'm not sure what you can do that will outdo that, and won't risk freaking out your new acquaintance.
Ship bit her lip, thinking a bit and sipping on her drink, before suddenly shouting very loudly and detectably. "Use your love as a weapon!"
"Sssh, Goldilocks!" Lyn reminded her. She wanted to quiet her down to protect her mission, but more importantly... if Ship had to say such embarrassing things, did she have to say them so loudly?
"Those two may have coordination and a spicy romance, but what they don't have is a budding flower of romance that may ride on the outcome of this dance! The raw edges of your dancing pair can become your advantage, as you take your partner in exciting, unrehearsed directions! I'm sure that if you can convey the beauty of your emotions, which have been repressed for so long, to the crowd..."
"Eeeh? Weak!" Lyn suddenly barked at Ship, slamming a fist on the bench. "Yer supposed to be a COACH, ain't ya? Don't you have somethin' specific instead of this half-*ssed motivational book sh*t?! Tell her to give Coral a..." Lyn began to blush in spite of herself, losing her bark for a moment. "A... a wet one on the lips, or somethin'!"
Ship gasped, realizing that since she'd had her hand on her earpiece that may have been loud enough for Escort to hear on the communications channel. "N-no, absolutely do not do that on the dance floor before you win the competition! You have to wait until you've won, it's super important that you save it! Oooh, butt out, Lyn!" The Navi had raised her voice loud enough to be easily overheard now.
"Ooh, someone's fired up! What've you got that's better, Princess?" Lyn grinned, happy to get a surprising rise out of her long-time protege.
"Just give me a minute, I'll think of it..." Ship pouted, not really having any idea of where to proceed from here. Sulkily, she took another draw of her soda, draining the glass. "Excuse me sir, can I get another?" Thinking of something, Ship abruptly raised her eyebrows. "Oh, and do you know anything about that red-headed pair that's got the crowd so excited? I'm new here and I'm very curious!" Unfortunately, Ship had already revealed herself to be the wrong kind of "curious," so if the barkeep had wised-up to her scheme he may not be so willing to give her pair an unfair advantage...
"Which two are you talkin' about? Both teams seem horny as hell to me," Lyn answered honestly. "That said, the red pair's definitely the talk of the floor right now. You got some plan to make Escort end up on top?"
Thinking about Escort on top reminded Ship of her mission. Practically blowing smoke from her nostrils, she devoted all of her bubbly braincells to the task at hand again. She placed her fingers to her ear and got her straw out of her mouth. "Unless I'm very much mistaken, you're not going to beat those two in coordinated dancing. The two move like a well-oiled machine... I don't think that's the reason they're drawing so much attention, though. It's got to be that hot, spicy shock factor! But... I'm not sure what you can do that will outdo that, and won't risk freaking out your new acquaintance.
Ship bit her lip, thinking a bit and sipping on her drink, before suddenly shouting very loudly and detectably. "Use your love as a weapon!"
"Sssh, Goldilocks!" Lyn reminded her. She wanted to quiet her down to protect her mission, but more importantly... if Ship had to say such embarrassing things, did she have to say them so loudly?
"Those two may have coordination and a spicy romance, but what they don't have is a budding flower of romance that may ride on the outcome of this dance! The raw edges of your dancing pair can become your advantage, as you take your partner in exciting, unrehearsed directions! I'm sure that if you can convey the beauty of your emotions, which have been repressed for so long, to the crowd..."
"Eeeh? Weak!" Lyn suddenly barked at Ship, slamming a fist on the bench. "Yer supposed to be a COACH, ain't ya? Don't you have somethin' specific instead of this half-*ssed motivational book sh*t?! Tell her to give Coral a..." Lyn began to blush in spite of herself, losing her bark for a moment. "A... a wet one on the lips, or somethin'!"
Ship gasped, realizing that since she'd had her hand on her earpiece that may have been loud enough for Escort to hear on the communications channel. "N-no, absolutely do not do that on the dance floor before you win the competition! You have to wait until you've won, it's super important that you save it! Oooh, butt out, Lyn!" The Navi had raised her voice loud enough to be easily overheard now.
"Ooh, someone's fired up! What've you got that's better, Princess?" Lyn grinned, happy to get a surprising rise out of her long-time protege.
"Just give me a minute, I'll think of it..." Ship pouted, not really having any idea of where to proceed from here. Sulkily, she took another draw of her soda, draining the glass. "Excuse me sir, can I get another?" Thinking of something, Ship abruptly raised her eyebrows. "Oh, and do you know anything about that red-headed pair that's got the crowd so excited? I'm new here and I'm very curious!" Unfortunately, Ship had already revealed herself to be the wrong kind of "curious," so if the barkeep had wised-up to her scheme he may not be so willing to give her pair an unfair advantage...
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"Sure thing, little lady," the barkeep answered, although he could very easily point out that this was her third free drink so far and normally the customer was supposed to pay. Then again, he could get into trouble just as easily (or perhaps worse) for refusing a little girl a chocolate float and making her cry. "You're watching the dancing?" he asked, pretending to be surprised. "Those two out there are actually police officers! They come here on their time off for dancing, you know." He seemed a little bit awkward, wondering if it was okay to tell the curious little customer everything he knew about the club's frequent, horny-as-hell patron officers. Lyn had not called that wrong.
"They're very close friends," he continued, grinning into the glass he was wiping and looking increasingly less comfortable talking about it. "I mean there's nothing wrong with who they uh... who their friends are... I'm okay with that it's just like.... man, people would be saying things if it was a guy and a girl too... or a guy and a guy... ya gettin me girl?" It was kind of painful to listen to him stumble around with the issue.
Meanwhile, Escort was back on the warpath. "Yes... we need to be as intimate as possible without being dirty," she affirmed. Coral nodded along, tilting her head to try to see why it seemed like her partner wasn't looking at her when she talked. She allowed Coral to turn back around, then discreetly lifted her partners arms up to surround her neck. She allowed her own hands to rest locked around Coral's belly, then the two snaked their bodies on rhythm. Gently, Escort moved her head to Coral's shoulder and pressed her lips over the navi's earpiece, causing her to blush and shudder.
"Wunderbar! I really am melting!" the hostess announced, fanning herself with one hand. She did look like she was sweating a little....
The other two kept up their synchronized dancing, but it looked like they might be losing out on the basis of being less fresh to the club. Furthermore, the one in the red dress was kind of caught up staring at the other couple. "Eyes on the prize! We both need a vacation from the NP, don't we?" Cherry sighed.
"Yes but... what a cute couple..." the taller girl sighed romantically. "Don't they look a bit like a knight and a princess?"
"Always with that stuff! I'm sorry that I'm not vulnerable and needy like you like them," the other girl sighed, crossing her arms and leaving towards the punch bowl.
"W-wait! Cherry!" the NP officer cried, chasing down her partner. It looked like Escort and Coral now had the floor to themselves.
"They're very close friends," he continued, grinning into the glass he was wiping and looking increasingly less comfortable talking about it. "I mean there's nothing wrong with who they uh... who their friends are... I'm okay with that it's just like.... man, people would be saying things if it was a guy and a girl too... or a guy and a guy... ya gettin me girl?" It was kind of painful to listen to him stumble around with the issue.
Meanwhile, Escort was back on the warpath. "Yes... we need to be as intimate as possible without being dirty," she affirmed. Coral nodded along, tilting her head to try to see why it seemed like her partner wasn't looking at her when she talked. She allowed Coral to turn back around, then discreetly lifted her partners arms up to surround her neck. She allowed her own hands to rest locked around Coral's belly, then the two snaked their bodies on rhythm. Gently, Escort moved her head to Coral's shoulder and pressed her lips over the navi's earpiece, causing her to blush and shudder.
"Wunderbar! I really am melting!" the hostess announced, fanning herself with one hand. She did look like she was sweating a little....
The other two kept up their synchronized dancing, but it looked like they might be losing out on the basis of being less fresh to the club. Furthermore, the one in the red dress was kind of caught up staring at the other couple. "Eyes on the prize! We both need a vacation from the NP, don't we?" Cherry sighed.
"Yes but... what a cute couple..." the taller girl sighed romantically. "Don't they look a bit like a knight and a princess?"
"Always with that stuff! I'm sorry that I'm not vulnerable and needy like you like them," the other girl sighed, crossing her arms and leaving towards the punch bowl.
"W-wait! Cherry!" the NP officer cried, chasing down her partner. It looked like Escort and Coral now had the floor to themselves.
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Ship gave a bright smile in response as she wrapped her hands around another cool glass. "Police officers, huh? My, what a surprise!" Ship mostly said this because she felt it was an expected part of the conversation: in reality, she was aware there were supposedly all types of people in NetPolice employ. "Yes, they do appear to be quite.. close friends. I think the other pair must be close, too, though...~" Closing her eyes, she took another long sip of her shake. Much to the barkeep's potential dismay, she seemed to be moving through the third shake even faster than the previous.
"Oi, shake-for-brains. Ain't you got somethin' you ought to be keepin' an eye on?" Lyn interrupted, looking frustrated. "The whole point of this sh*tfest was for you to f*ckin' multitask, remember?"
"Oh, you're right! I might be missing the best part-~"
"Nah, not that. I hate to admit it, but... you may have just about wrapped that up for a win."
Ship wasn't too high on sugar or forbidden romance to realize she was being paid a rare compliment by her operator, and she let out a bit of a giggle before finishing off her shake. "Oh! I do want to see it, but... what's the other important thing I'm forgetting?"
"Well, let's just take this as a lesson in situational awareness," Lyn spoke confidently, happy to finally be back in her element even if she wasn't back in her outfit. "Coral was a bodyguard for the cake chick that runs this dive, right?"
"Right," Ship nodded, not seeing her operator's point.
"Well, Coral ain't even doin' a half-*ssed job of guardin' her own damn body right now. Get where I'm goin' with this?"
"Well, yes, but... why would Coral even need to guard her? As far as I can tell, everyone seems to love this club, and nobody's really even paying attention to the hostess right now." Ship tilted her head to indicate her confusion. She seemed to be squirming in her seat for Lyn to finally get to the point, probably too hyper from the sugar.
"Exactly! Nobody's paying her any attention. If Cakehead was payin' a bodyguard, chances are she had need for one, ya see? So why don't we keep a little bit of an eye on her and make sure nothing fishy is going on while Escort, uh... wraps things up on her end."
Ship frowned, wanting to object and get to see the juicy kiss scene she was sure would be the fruit of her efforts. Really, though, she couldn't afford to keep getting on Lyn's bad side like she had tonight...
... Even worse, checking out the hostess would mean leaving her bar behind. "Goodbye, sweet shakes!" she called dramatically to the bar behind her, raising an arm poignantly into the air while channeling a tragic heroine. "Oh... oh! And goodbye, and thank you, sir!" she said, blushing a bit as she remembered her manners. She gave the barkeep a bow that was a bit too deep. She caught her hat just as it had begun to slip.
The Navi began trying to make her way to whatever vantage point she need to keep a sharp eye on the owner of the club and the supposed malefactors Lyn heard in the woodwork. She briefly raised two fingers to her earpiece as she moved. "Good work! I think you can handle it from here. Congratulations, but it's not over yet! Finish it in splendid fashion... and give her one for me, okay?" Ship couldn't resist a tease at the end and let out a hyper titter as she removed her hand from the device.
"Oi, shake-for-brains. Ain't you got somethin' you ought to be keepin' an eye on?" Lyn interrupted, looking frustrated. "The whole point of this sh*tfest was for you to f*ckin' multitask, remember?"
"Oh, you're right! I might be missing the best part-~"
"Nah, not that. I hate to admit it, but... you may have just about wrapped that up for a win."
Ship wasn't too high on sugar or forbidden romance to realize she was being paid a rare compliment by her operator, and she let out a bit of a giggle before finishing off her shake. "Oh! I do want to see it, but... what's the other important thing I'm forgetting?"
"Well, let's just take this as a lesson in situational awareness," Lyn spoke confidently, happy to finally be back in her element even if she wasn't back in her outfit. "Coral was a bodyguard for the cake chick that runs this dive, right?"
"Right," Ship nodded, not seeing her operator's point.
"Well, Coral ain't even doin' a half-*ssed job of guardin' her own damn body right now. Get where I'm goin' with this?"
"Well, yes, but... why would Coral even need to guard her? As far as I can tell, everyone seems to love this club, and nobody's really even paying attention to the hostess right now." Ship tilted her head to indicate her confusion. She seemed to be squirming in her seat for Lyn to finally get to the point, probably too hyper from the sugar.
"Exactly! Nobody's paying her any attention. If Cakehead was payin' a bodyguard, chances are she had need for one, ya see? So why don't we keep a little bit of an eye on her and make sure nothing fishy is going on while Escort, uh... wraps things up on her end."
Ship frowned, wanting to object and get to see the juicy kiss scene she was sure would be the fruit of her efforts. Really, though, she couldn't afford to keep getting on Lyn's bad side like she had tonight...
... Even worse, checking out the hostess would mean leaving her bar behind. "Goodbye, sweet shakes!" she called dramatically to the bar behind her, raising an arm poignantly into the air while channeling a tragic heroine. "Oh... oh! And goodbye, and thank you, sir!" she said, blushing a bit as she remembered her manners. She gave the barkeep a bow that was a bit too deep. She caught her hat just as it had begun to slip.
The Navi began trying to make her way to whatever vantage point she need to keep a sharp eye on the owner of the club and the supposed malefactors Lyn heard in the woodwork. She briefly raised two fingers to her earpiece as she moved. "Good work! I think you can handle it from here. Congratulations, but it's not over yet! Finish it in splendid fashion... and give her one for me, okay?" Ship couldn't resist a tease at the end and let out a hyper titter as she removed her hand from the device.
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"No problem, little lady! I hope you're not going out there to dance till after the contest is over, though," the bartender replied, finishing in another awkward mutter, more to the glass he was cleaning than to Ship. This had been a pretty weird day for him...
Even from the high vantage point of the balcony seats (which seemed useful for large parties, mostly), no threat presented itself. The most dangerous factor for the party host appeared to be the possibility of being mistaken for a cake-stand. Garnish was sort of discreetly moving through the crowd, subtly nudging people into just the right spots so that the cameras could get the perfect shot of the kiss...
Speaking of which, with the couple now in possession of the dance floor, the DJ selected a slower song to allow them a romantic, dim-lit finale. Ship had missed about half of it. Both girls were now giving each other that close-up-yet-gazing-far-away look that meant the kiss was coming...
Just then, Ship spotted the oddest thing: a girl with rusty red hair and a brown cowboy ensemble was trying to squeeze through the crowd, holding a pistol high in the air above their heads. Her face was hidden, as her back was oriented towards Ship.
Apparently not seeing this, the hostess arrived up top, standing nearby Ship and grabbing hold of a velvet rope that had been hidden behind a nearby curtain. "Ho ho! You have a front row seat to today's chocolate shower, young lady!" she chuckled. Unless Ship was altogether sick of chocolate by this point, the aroma coming off the lady's frosting would be pretty tantalizing. "See up there, that brown basin on the ceiling? The bottom will slice out and pour over them when they're right aboooout... there!"
The spot she was pointing at looked like an interception marker, drawn just between where the crazy pistol packer and the two lovebirds were moving, taking into account their relative speeds.
Even from the high vantage point of the balcony seats (which seemed useful for large parties, mostly), no threat presented itself. The most dangerous factor for the party host appeared to be the possibility of being mistaken for a cake-stand. Garnish was sort of discreetly moving through the crowd, subtly nudging people into just the right spots so that the cameras could get the perfect shot of the kiss...
Speaking of which, with the couple now in possession of the dance floor, the DJ selected a slower song to allow them a romantic, dim-lit finale. Ship had missed about half of it. Both girls were now giving each other that close-up-yet-gazing-far-away look that meant the kiss was coming...
Just then, Ship spotted the oddest thing: a girl with rusty red hair and a brown cowboy ensemble was trying to squeeze through the crowd, holding a pistol high in the air above their heads. Her face was hidden, as her back was oriented towards Ship.
Apparently not seeing this, the hostess arrived up top, standing nearby Ship and grabbing hold of a velvet rope that had been hidden behind a nearby curtain. "Ho ho! You have a front row seat to today's chocolate shower, young lady!" she chuckled. Unless Ship was altogether sick of chocolate by this point, the aroma coming off the lady's frosting would be pretty tantalizing. "See up there, that brown basin on the ceiling? The bottom will slice out and pour over them when they're right aboooout... there!"
The spot she was pointing at looked like an interception marker, drawn just between where the crazy pistol packer and the two lovebirds were moving, taking into account their relative speeds.
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Ship quickly lost interest as no one seemed interested in cutting the cake. Ship frowned and gave it a minute more before giving up and turning her attention back to her show of choice. "Oooh, I missed so much! I can't believe you almost made me miss the best part, Lyn," she scolded distractedly.
Lyn watched the dance floor from her Navi's good vantage point, happy that she at least had something other to watch than a close-up on Escort's activities. As she continued to observe, however, something that concerned her much more than the romantic escapades of a Neo-Shogun general caught her sharp eye. "Oi, Ship. You watching this?"
"Yes! How much longer do you think they'll take...?" Ship gushed, holding her cheeks in her hand and leaning against a rail. She would be kicking her legs behind her if she had any way to get her knees into ambiguous land-water while doing so.
"No, dumb*ss, not them. There's nothing that, I dunno, raises any warning flags for you on the dance floor?"
"No, I'm pretty sure they have the dance in the bag. I know you might not have much taste in dancing, Lyn, but-"
"C'mon! Nothin' on the floor fires any warning shots for you?!" Lyn growled, beating a fist on her bench.
Ship couldn't help but catch her operator's pointed references this time, and it didn't take her long to pick up on Lyn's cause of concern. "Oh no! She's headed straight for Escort and Coral..."
"My guess is she wanted to get close because she couldn't fire into the crowd, even from high ground. She needed to do it point blank," Lyn muttered, rubbing her chin. "So, what you have in mind?"
Ship bit her lip, unwilling to let the culmination of the night's events be so spectacularly dashed... was there anything she could do? "If only I'd been paying more attention, I could have picked this up faster. Now I don't have enough time to reach her...!"
The Navi tried to think on her feet. She had to convey something to Escort... but just then, the hostess showed up. Ship smiled and nodded along with the cake-dressed lady, realizing that she may have just lost her chance for any discretion in her actions.
Putting two-and-two together, she realized that rope must control the chocolate fall. She thought she had to do something dramatic, so while the hostess was focusing on the moment...
"Escort, I have a good idea to do something really romantic, okay? You can thank me later," she whispered, two fingers to her ears. "Do me this favor: the crowd may be trying to move you to the surprise chocolate fall in the middle of the stage. Before you get there, you can make a big show of stopping Coral right before the two of you reach it. It'll be romantic, like you were protecting her, okay? That will be your moment, kiss then! I've got something important to tell you after that."
Ship didn't give Escort a chance to respond. Instead, she removed her fingers from her ears and turned to the hostess with her biggest, pleadingest, "I'm a little kid so give me shakes for free or I'll cry and ruin your club"est begging eyes. "Ooh! That's the rope that controls the chocolate falls I heard about, isn't it? I know the big lady in the black dress and the lady in the pretty pink dress are the winners, right? Can I pull the rope and make the chocolate fall, pleeeeeeease?"
Ship batted her girly eyelashes and put one hand on the rope. Really, regardless of what Garnish said, Ship was only waiting a second for confirmation. Once that second passed, whether she had it or not, she intended to turn her head, watch the floor, and pull the rope just in time to dump the chocolate. She could just hope that the hostess would get the timing wrong, but she might turn out to be sharp, and Ship couldn't have this going wrong. She wasn't aware of how fast the chocolate would rush out, but she was hoping to either create a distraction for the gunwoman or catch her in the chocolate when she had to take the extra steps to reach her quarries. She planned to pull it early if she saw the woman aiming. The distraction would hopefully give her enough time to then move to the balcony and aim for Escort's attacker, or to warn her client herself.
"I guess I ended up playing bodyguard after all...?" she had time to think, before action took over and all she could rely on was her sugar rush and girl-love-fueled adrenaline.
Lyn crossed her arms, interested to see how things played out. She thought she had Ship's plan figured out, and was reasonably impressed, although she saw a margin of failure her Navi didn't. If Garnish kept Ship from pulling the rope at all, the whole process could be delayed and Ship might inadvertently cause an otherwise perfect distraction chocolatefall to be too little too late. In the end, the final score would all come down to results.
The operator held that thought for a moment before letting her pipe fall slack in her jaw. "Wait a sec, freakin' everyone on the Net has guns, and no bouncer threw that cowgirl out... is Ship about to f*ck up big time?"
Lyn watched the dance floor from her Navi's good vantage point, happy that she at least had something other to watch than a close-up on Escort's activities. As she continued to observe, however, something that concerned her much more than the romantic escapades of a Neo-Shogun general caught her sharp eye. "Oi, Ship. You watching this?"
"Yes! How much longer do you think they'll take...?" Ship gushed, holding her cheeks in her hand and leaning against a rail. She would be kicking her legs behind her if she had any way to get her knees into ambiguous land-water while doing so.
"No, dumb*ss, not them. There's nothing that, I dunno, raises any warning flags for you on the dance floor?"
"No, I'm pretty sure they have the dance in the bag. I know you might not have much taste in dancing, Lyn, but-"
"C'mon! Nothin' on the floor fires any warning shots for you?!" Lyn growled, beating a fist on her bench.
Ship couldn't help but catch her operator's pointed references this time, and it didn't take her long to pick up on Lyn's cause of concern. "Oh no! She's headed straight for Escort and Coral..."
"My guess is she wanted to get close because she couldn't fire into the crowd, even from high ground. She needed to do it point blank," Lyn muttered, rubbing her chin. "So, what you have in mind?"
Ship bit her lip, unwilling to let the culmination of the night's events be so spectacularly dashed... was there anything she could do? "If only I'd been paying more attention, I could have picked this up faster. Now I don't have enough time to reach her...!"
The Navi tried to think on her feet. She had to convey something to Escort... but just then, the hostess showed up. Ship smiled and nodded along with the cake-dressed lady, realizing that she may have just lost her chance for any discretion in her actions.
Putting two-and-two together, she realized that rope must control the chocolate fall. She thought she had to do something dramatic, so while the hostess was focusing on the moment...
"Escort, I have a good idea to do something really romantic, okay? You can thank me later," she whispered, two fingers to her ears. "Do me this favor: the crowd may be trying to move you to the surprise chocolate fall in the middle of the stage. Before you get there, you can make a big show of stopping Coral right before the two of you reach it. It'll be romantic, like you were protecting her, okay? That will be your moment, kiss then! I've got something important to tell you after that."
Ship didn't give Escort a chance to respond. Instead, she removed her fingers from her ears and turned to the hostess with her biggest, pleadingest, "I'm a little kid so give me shakes for free or I'll cry and ruin your club"est begging eyes. "Ooh! That's the rope that controls the chocolate falls I heard about, isn't it? I know the big lady in the black dress and the lady in the pretty pink dress are the winners, right? Can I pull the rope and make the chocolate fall, pleeeeeeease?"
Ship batted her girly eyelashes and put one hand on the rope. Really, regardless of what Garnish said, Ship was only waiting a second for confirmation. Once that second passed, whether she had it or not, she intended to turn her head, watch the floor, and pull the rope just in time to dump the chocolate. She could just hope that the hostess would get the timing wrong, but she might turn out to be sharp, and Ship couldn't have this going wrong. She wasn't aware of how fast the chocolate would rush out, but she was hoping to either create a distraction for the gunwoman or catch her in the chocolate when she had to take the extra steps to reach her quarries. She planned to pull it early if she saw the woman aiming. The distraction would hopefully give her enough time to then move to the balcony and aim for Escort's attacker, or to warn her client herself.
"I guess I ended up playing bodyguard after all...?" she had time to think, before action took over and all she could rely on was her sugar rush and girl-love-fueled adrenaline.
Lyn crossed her arms, interested to see how things played out. She thought she had Ship's plan figured out, and was reasonably impressed, although she saw a margin of failure her Navi didn't. If Garnish kept Ship from pulling the rope at all, the whole process could be delayed and Ship might inadvertently cause an otherwise perfect distraction chocolatefall to be too little too late. In the end, the final score would all come down to results.
The operator held that thought for a moment before letting her pipe fall slack in her jaw. "Wait a sec, freakin' everyone on the Net has guns, and no bouncer threw that cowgirl out... is Ship about to f*ck up big time?"
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It was impossible to tell Escort's reaction from so far away, of course, so Ship would just have to count on her understanding. Even now, the crowd subtly parted on one side while crowding in the other with the intention of driving the two toward the chocolate shower. Confused, Garnish raised both eyebrows and handed over the rope, as if powerless to do anything else. "Sure, why not," she laughed, then leaned on the rail to watch.
At that time, she became aware of the presumed assailant approaching. "What the deuce-?" Garnish questioned, looking around for where she had put down her microphone/strawberry sceptre.
Escort didn't get too far before she grabbed Coral tighter and pressed their lips together, a gesture that caused the crowd to "wooooooo!" She was probably a little over-eager for it and only made of part way to the desired station. As people started clapping, Escort kept her hands gently upon her partner's chin and Coral placed hers more bawdily in a squeeze on Escort's buttocks, the approacher stopped and tried to shout something, thankfully lining her up just right for the chocolate shower.
In an instant, the basin slid open and dumped a river of goopy chocolate onto the cowgirl,who shouted indignant phrases like "TARNATIONS!" as she was drenched. Some confused party goers near the back cheered, then awkwardly realized that Escort and Coral hadn't been targeted at all and stopped abruptly. The exclamation seemed to mean something to Escort, who cut her kiss short and turned her head to face the pistol-packer.
"Who are you?" she demanded in a dramatic, silence-piercing voice.
"Rodeo, I'm Rodeo!" the navi answered, dropping her guns suddenly as she realized the cause of alarm. People panicked for a moment as the things hit the ground, worried they were going to fire into the crowd. "I heard the Neo-Shogun gal, Escort, was here, but I don't see her nowhere! I need to speak at her!"
Escort sighed, releasing herself from Coral momentarily. The other girl started, realizing she was still indulging in a handful of Escort's unbelievable ass, and places both hands in the air. "Yes, I'm Escort. What do you need?"
"I wanna join you gals!"
"Then you must take a mission or seek a referral. Please try the GNA."
"I did! I couldn't do the mishin! Can't you refer me in?'
"I can't presently, no. I don't know you..."
"Oh, gawsh darnit! Huh... I guess I had better look fer another mission."
"Yes, please."
"Okay," Rodeo finished with a dejected mumble, kicking one foot sadly and then walking out.
"....W-Well! Congratulations to our winners! What a lovely pair they make. And won't they look lovely, laying together at poolside during their resort vacation!?" Garnish shouted through her microphone. "I'm melting just thinking about it!"
Everyone clapped and roared as Escort and Coral accepted their congratulations. Unfortunately, at this point, the flow of the event superseded Ship and Escort's communication. The two were led by the crowd towards the outside, where ironically a limo awaited them, one that was not Escort's. Garnish was already scurrying to join them as fast as her unusual skirt would allow.
As the two entered the limo, Ship heard embarrassing smacking noises starting up again along with little inexperienced gasps. Escort might not remember that her mic was still on or that she needed to pay Ship... Of course, the GNA would secure payment, if nothing else.
At that time, she became aware of the presumed assailant approaching. "What the deuce-?" Garnish questioned, looking around for where she had put down her microphone/strawberry sceptre.
Escort didn't get too far before she grabbed Coral tighter and pressed their lips together, a gesture that caused the crowd to "wooooooo!" She was probably a little over-eager for it and only made of part way to the desired station. As people started clapping, Escort kept her hands gently upon her partner's chin and Coral placed hers more bawdily in a squeeze on Escort's buttocks, the approacher stopped and tried to shout something, thankfully lining her up just right for the chocolate shower.
In an instant, the basin slid open and dumped a river of goopy chocolate onto the cowgirl,who shouted indignant phrases like "TARNATIONS!" as she was drenched. Some confused party goers near the back cheered, then awkwardly realized that Escort and Coral hadn't been targeted at all and stopped abruptly. The exclamation seemed to mean something to Escort, who cut her kiss short and turned her head to face the pistol-packer.
"Who are you?" she demanded in a dramatic, silence-piercing voice.
"Rodeo, I'm Rodeo!" the navi answered, dropping her guns suddenly as she realized the cause of alarm. People panicked for a moment as the things hit the ground, worried they were going to fire into the crowd. "I heard the Neo-Shogun gal, Escort, was here, but I don't see her nowhere! I need to speak at her!"
Escort sighed, releasing herself from Coral momentarily. The other girl started, realizing she was still indulging in a handful of Escort's unbelievable ass, and places both hands in the air. "Yes, I'm Escort. What do you need?"
"I wanna join you gals!"
"Then you must take a mission or seek a referral. Please try the GNA."
"I did! I couldn't do the mishin! Can't you refer me in?'
"I can't presently, no. I don't know you..."
"Oh, gawsh darnit! Huh... I guess I had better look fer another mission."
"Yes, please."
"Okay," Rodeo finished with a dejected mumble, kicking one foot sadly and then walking out.
"....W-Well! Congratulations to our winners! What a lovely pair they make. And won't they look lovely, laying together at poolside during their resort vacation!?" Garnish shouted through her microphone. "I'm melting just thinking about it!"
Everyone clapped and roared as Escort and Coral accepted their congratulations. Unfortunately, at this point, the flow of the event superseded Ship and Escort's communication. The two were led by the crowd towards the outside, where ironically a limo awaited them, one that was not Escort's. Garnish was already scurrying to join them as fast as her unusual skirt would allow.
As the two entered the limo, Ship heard embarrassing smacking noises starting up again along with little inexperienced gasps. Escort might not remember that her mic was still on or that she needed to pay Ship... Of course, the GNA would secure payment, if nothing else.
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Ship's plans appeared to be moving forward without a hitch, and the only thing she had to compete with in the completion of her plan was the temptation of watching Escort's make-out. She managed to keep her focus for long enough to give the would-be assailant a chocolate bath. Unfortunately for her, the successful implementation of her strategy also caused a momentary pause in the escalation of Escort's romantic moment... "Well, sort of," Ship thought, watching Coral's hands.
The Navi watched the scene unfold from her spot on the balcony, preparing to aim a weapon if things took a turn for the nasty, but the tension of that moment quickly felt flat. In spite of the fact that she'd drenched the innocent Rodeo in chocolate, Ship felt like she deserved an apology for Rodeo's behavior and poor sense of timing.
Although she wanted to go talk to Escort or congratulate her, Ship realized the she probably wasn't going to cut through the mass of onlookers like Garnish was without her VIP status. She watched Escort and Coral herded out and then reclined back in the balcony chair. "Well, Lyn, I'd say that was a resounding success! I just wish I had something left to burn all this energy on..."
"Is it really that clean-cut?" Lyn responded. "Think about it for a sec. This mission was supposed to be secret, right? How would the Lone Ranger down there even know Escort was supposed to be here?"
Unfortunately for Lyn, Ship was already disillusioned with her operator's insight for today from her earlier bad call. "Does it matter? I mean... does anyone really care?" she spoke, hesitating for a moment because she realized how blunt it sounded.
"Whaddya mean does anyone care? You're on a mission, aintcha?!" Lyn barked in response, frustrated at the easy dismissal.
"Well, Escort seemed to deal with it herself, and she didn't seem concerned..." Ship responded distractedly, rising to her feet and beginning to head down the stairs.
"She probably just wasn't thinking because that other chick had her hands all over her *ss!" Lyn defended, feeling unreasonably determined to have her say... probably because she ultimately hadn't contributed much to the mission's success at all.
"Don't you think it's possible someone just happened to see or overhear us at the Neoshogun camp? I think those girls are popular, and I bet they even have followers. Somebody probably just knew where we were going and let Rodeo know when she showed up at the camp." Ship shrugged her shoulders and, standing at the bottom of the staircase, seemed to be debating whether to try and cut through the crowd at the gate of the club or head back to the bar and grab another shake for the road.
Lyn couldn't dispute that point, and couldn't really think of any elements of the mission Ship had missed... It seemed like Escort had gotten what she wanted, so really, it was a shut book. Except... "Hold up, Princess! How the hell is Musclegirl gonna give us our pay when she's riding off *ss-grabbin' that Coral chick?"
Ship seemed distracted by something she was overhearing on the radio, making another funny smile and looking warm. "Aah, Lyn, isn't love beautiful? I hope it works out for those two. Romances that form this quick aren't always built to last, but... but they ought to at least enjoy the first night together, kyaaa~!" Ship squealed helplessly and wiggled on her feet.
"Ugh, whatever. F*ckin' hell, let's just jack you out so I can be done with this sh*t and go home," Lyn groaned, finally at her wit's end.
Ship collected herself and touched two fingers to her headgear. "Escort, I'll leave your communicator gear with the .GNA. You can get around to leaving the payment for me whenever you get a chance, I know you're busy. Teehee~!" She paused for a moment and frowned, letting out a sigh. "Oh, and also, Lyn demands with language I shall not repeat that you leave whatever page you wrote on her for us in the payment, or else she will have me 'bash your skull in' next time we meet. B-but don't let that bother you! Goodbye, and good luck!"
"Sh*t, what does she need porn of me for now, anyhow? Now that her 'itch is scratched,' so to speak, she oughta just burn the damn book," Lyn grumbled, still feeling disgruntled.
The Navi watched the scene unfold from her spot on the balcony, preparing to aim a weapon if things took a turn for the nasty, but the tension of that moment quickly felt flat. In spite of the fact that she'd drenched the innocent Rodeo in chocolate, Ship felt like she deserved an apology for Rodeo's behavior and poor sense of timing.
Although she wanted to go talk to Escort or congratulate her, Ship realized the she probably wasn't going to cut through the mass of onlookers like Garnish was without her VIP status. She watched Escort and Coral herded out and then reclined back in the balcony chair. "Well, Lyn, I'd say that was a resounding success! I just wish I had something left to burn all this energy on..."
"Is it really that clean-cut?" Lyn responded. "Think about it for a sec. This mission was supposed to be secret, right? How would the Lone Ranger down there even know Escort was supposed to be here?"
Unfortunately for Lyn, Ship was already disillusioned with her operator's insight for today from her earlier bad call. "Does it matter? I mean... does anyone really care?" she spoke, hesitating for a moment because she realized how blunt it sounded.
"Whaddya mean does anyone care? You're on a mission, aintcha?!" Lyn barked in response, frustrated at the easy dismissal.
"Well, Escort seemed to deal with it herself, and she didn't seem concerned..." Ship responded distractedly, rising to her feet and beginning to head down the stairs.
"She probably just wasn't thinking because that other chick had her hands all over her *ss!" Lyn defended, feeling unreasonably determined to have her say... probably because she ultimately hadn't contributed much to the mission's success at all.
"Don't you think it's possible someone just happened to see or overhear us at the Neoshogun camp? I think those girls are popular, and I bet they even have followers. Somebody probably just knew where we were going and let Rodeo know when she showed up at the camp." Ship shrugged her shoulders and, standing at the bottom of the staircase, seemed to be debating whether to try and cut through the crowd at the gate of the club or head back to the bar and grab another shake for the road.
Lyn couldn't dispute that point, and couldn't really think of any elements of the mission Ship had missed... It seemed like Escort had gotten what she wanted, so really, it was a shut book. Except... "Hold up, Princess! How the hell is Musclegirl gonna give us our pay when she's riding off *ss-grabbin' that Coral chick?"
Ship seemed distracted by something she was overhearing on the radio, making another funny smile and looking warm. "Aah, Lyn, isn't love beautiful? I hope it works out for those two. Romances that form this quick aren't always built to last, but... but they ought to at least enjoy the first night together, kyaaa~!" Ship squealed helplessly and wiggled on her feet.
"Ugh, whatever. F*ckin' hell, let's just jack you out so I can be done with this sh*t and go home," Lyn groaned, finally at her wit's end.
Ship collected herself and touched two fingers to her headgear. "Escort, I'll leave your communicator gear with the .GNA. You can get around to leaving the payment for me whenever you get a chance, I know you're busy. Teehee~!" She paused for a moment and frowned, letting out a sigh. "Oh, and also, Lyn demands with language I shall not repeat that you leave whatever page you wrote on her for us in the payment, or else she will have me 'bash your skull in' next time we meet. B-but don't let that bother you! Goodbye, and good luck!"
"Sh*t, what does she need porn of me for now, anyhow? Now that her 'itch is scratched,' so to speak, she oughta just burn the damn book," Lyn grumbled, still feeling disgruntled.
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Escort gasped, as if she had been caught doing something naughty (which perhaps she had been, to some extent). "Yes, of course," she answered simply. When Coral asked what she'd said, she answered "catching my breath" and then got back to... whatever she was doing. Easy cheesy.
Of course, there were certainly doubts as to whether that answer included confirmation of burning the page chronicling whatever exploratory thoughts she was having about Lyn. Ship could only presume she would see when she reported to the GNA.
With the contest out of the way, the party was toned down to average donk, so to speak. A beat that was a bit less dancy and a bit more "sit at the bar and order some food" was playing.... assuming this place had something other than chocolate to order. It would be easy enough for Ship to walk out now, or she could simply jack out.
Of course, there were certainly doubts as to whether that answer included confirmation of burning the page chronicling whatever exploratory thoughts she was having about Lyn. Ship could only presume she would see when she reported to the GNA.
With the contest out of the way, the party was toned down to average donk, so to speak. A beat that was a bit less dancy and a bit more "sit at the bar and order some food" was playing.... assuming this place had something other than chocolate to order. It would be easy enough for Ship to walk out now, or she could simply jack out.
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Ship smiled and removed her fingers from her earpiece, not bothering to speak up in confirmation and interrupt Escort's fun again. She let out a small sigh, her smile falling as she seemed to be considering something. "I'm happy for Escort, but... it's not much fun being the fifth wheel, you know?"
"Nope," Lyn replied curtly but honestly. "We done here?"
"I mean, it's unlikely Escort will ever tell Coral about my part in this unless they're eventually... established," the Navi muttered, playing with her curls with a finger. "It's a little sad, you know?"
"Nah," Lyn spoke again, fiddling with her pipe and then remembering she couldn't light it in a dressing room stall. She seemed to be thinking about something else to say, but shrugged it off when nothing came. "We done here?"
Ship looked pensive for a moment and spoke up again, blushing and looking at the floor. "Lyn, um... have you ever considered the possibility of... well, that is, a .GMO that might enhance, um, certain...?" The Navi trailed off, tracing some hourglass curves in the air with her hands to describe what she was failing to adequately convey through speech.
"What? No, f*ck no!" the operator replied immediately. "No way, not happenin'."
"No, j-just hear me out! I feel I'm a bit more mature than the body shape that was my original design..."
"Ain't happenin'," Lyn growled tersely. "Give it up."
"Please, Lyn, you wouldn't have to even design it yourself! If we just obtain a graphic model override, I can come up with it myself," the Navi begged.
"If you design one yourself, I'm gonna delete the f*ckin' data, you got that?" Lyn responded with serious eyes, closing the book once and for all on Ship's fantasy.
The Navi pouted and crossed her arms, but brightened instantly when her sugar-addled mind came to another conclusion. "I was wondering why you were so adamant about this, but I get it now... that means you must like girls like this, right?~"
The operator disgustedly jacked her Navi out immediately, not bothering to entertain that with an answer. She looked down at the slightly baggy blouse of the outfit she was failing to fill out and clenched her teeth around her pipe. "Fair's fair, all right...?" she muttered under her breath, rising to her feet and beginning to undo the knots to change back into her more comfortable attire.
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"Nope," Lyn replied curtly but honestly. "We done here?"
"I mean, it's unlikely Escort will ever tell Coral about my part in this unless they're eventually... established," the Navi muttered, playing with her curls with a finger. "It's a little sad, you know?"
"Nah," Lyn spoke again, fiddling with her pipe and then remembering she couldn't light it in a dressing room stall. She seemed to be thinking about something else to say, but shrugged it off when nothing came. "We done here?"
Ship looked pensive for a moment and spoke up again, blushing and looking at the floor. "Lyn, um... have you ever considered the possibility of... well, that is, a .GMO that might enhance, um, certain...?" The Navi trailed off, tracing some hourglass curves in the air with her hands to describe what she was failing to adequately convey through speech.
"What? No, f*ck no!" the operator replied immediately. "No way, not happenin'."
"No, j-just hear me out! I feel I'm a bit more mature than the body shape that was my original design..."
"Ain't happenin'," Lyn growled tersely. "Give it up."
"Please, Lyn, you wouldn't have to even design it yourself! If we just obtain a graphic model override, I can come up with it myself," the Navi begged.
"If you design one yourself, I'm gonna delete the f*ckin' data, you got that?" Lyn responded with serious eyes, closing the book once and for all on Ship's fantasy.
The Navi pouted and crossed her arms, but brightened instantly when her sugar-addled mind came to another conclusion. "I was wondering why you were so adamant about this, but I get it now... that means you must like girls like this, right?~"
The operator disgustedly jacked her Navi out immediately, not bothering to entertain that with an answer. She looked down at the slightly baggy blouse of the outfit she was failing to fill out and clenched her teeth around her pipe. "Fair's fair, all right...?" she muttered under her breath, rising to her feet and beginning to undo the knots to change back into her more comfortable attire.
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