Swat's Meetup Point

The clicking noises from PhotoMan's head intensified to the point where it sounded like some sort of great would surely get stuck, causing smoke to begin rising out of his helmet (or ears, depending on where the sound was coming from). "You should know that normally... my policy is to avoid recording anything fir commercial purposes that can be viewed as exploitative toward the recorded subject. That said... since the operator appears to be manipulating events... it's not really exploiting, I believe," PhotoMan reasoned. It sounded like his code of ethics might be pretty similar to that of Showbizz as well: just enough to cover liability. "Although... can I even use this footage any more? I'm not sure... well, no... we'll just watch our angles when we edit the footage, maybe use censorship if we have to, although that sort of thing is a turn off for many..." The photographer appeared to be talking to himself now more than his subject.

Maria's torment seemed to be endless and while he'd been chivalrous before, he seemed to have either cash potential or... "artistic inspiration" on his mind now. He made no mention of ceasing filming. "With this sort of shoot... I think most photographers would agree it's good to continue taking as much footage as possible. Even if we ultimately only want 2 minutes for the final video, it's good to have as much material as we can to choose from when it's time to edit," he explained, continuing to sound like he was justifying a crime to himself. It was becoming obvious that this want going to stop until Martia somehow put her foot down or otherwise Leslie got her fill. No other escape appeared viable, at least not from a professional photographer / subject standpoint.

As if on queue, the photographer straightened up, looking caught in the act. It didn't take Martia long to realize, incapable of full body motion as she was, that Swat had just entered the room behind her. The white-haired security enforcer was dressed in her black tank-top, baggy camo jeans, and black boots. She looked at Martia and the viruses, and seemed to catch on from her lack of combat routines that she was being assuaged for the purpose of a shoot. The photographer covered his groin as discretely as he could, which is to say, blatantly crossing his hands... "PhotoMan," Swat addressed him tilting her chin up. "Are you sure you were ever really feeling uninspired? Or were you just waiting for the right bimbo to do this sort of thing for you?"

"I... err... she volunteered," he defended himself, rather weakly. "You're disrupting the shot..."

"Am I?" she returned, seeming highly unsympathetic. "I never thought you'd stoop to using viruses to molest your subjects. We've got to think about what we do, you nimrod. Remember: liability..." Swat was not only ruining the video to some extent but also seemed to be mistaking Leslie's role in this as the work of the photographer. Martia (and perhaps Leslie) would need to figure out how to make it right... but they would need to be careful, as mentioning that she'd been sent by Swat could ruin the photographer's good mood and spoil all the hard work so far.

And such did Martia's dilemma continue. On one hand, she really wanted PhotoMan to get his inspiration back, and it sounded like he certainly was. But on the other...well, she was basically getting molested by a virus. She knew her operator was behind this, so...maybe she could stop this before she did anything even more embarrassing. "Leslie...is this all really necessary...?"

"Well, it's working, isn't it? Besides, you should see your face. You look like you're enjoying it a lot!"

"Well...yeah, I am, but...that's the problem...at this rate, I'm going to enjoy it just a little too much..."

"Uh-huh...well, I guess there's no harm in a quick break. Take five, everyone!"

On Leslie's orders, the Teddy used its leverage to hop backward, and off of the martial artist Navi's arms. At the same time, the Billy stopped its shock treatment, and with its 'victim' relaxing a bit, was able to pull its arm out of her bosom. They took a few steps back, and had a seat, now off the clock.

As for Martia herself, having nothing to push against, found herself falling forward. Realizing that that would have, er, 'disasterous' results, she managed to flip herself on the way down, and ended up laying face up on the floor. She didn't say or do anything, but she was breathing rather heavily. Certainly moreso than the effort she'd been putting in would require.

And naturally, Swat picked that moment to show up. Martia wanted to speak up, but doing anything more than what she was currently doing could agitate the small amount of electricity still coursing through her chest, and that...could be bad. Fortunately, her operator popped up on a screen near the Navi currently most suited to be in public, ready with an explanation. "Hey there, I'm her operator. Actually, the viruses were all my idea! All he did was stand back and shoot, once he realized they weren't actual viruses. And as you can see, they can stop at any time, if Martia asks. I think she really did need a break, anyway..." She STILL looked like she was feeling it...maybe she really was about to enjoy it 'just a little too much'. Either way, the Navi was still laying there, with her breasts nearly fully visible, aside from convenient tiny strips that were barely big enough to reach over and cover her nipples, and sopping wet. Definitely one of the more interesting positions to see your Navi in...

The fact that she was enjoying it had only set PhotoMan more on fire, which was why he seemed to deflate like a balloon when she and Leslie decided on break time, that coupled with Swat's interference. He found his eyes rooted on Martia, even though he was in distress himself and really ought to be paying attention to Swat. This only agitated her further; a snarl spread cross her face and she snapped her fingers, indicating "eyes up here."

Fortunately, Leslie came in to diffuse the situation. "Hmph. If we let that man get away with photographing and filming everything he wanted, claiming he was just an innocent bystander in all of it, we'd end up with felonies. He's a voyeur and not be trusted," Swat warned Leslie and Martia. Of course, from what Leslie and Martia had seen, it was hard to imagine anything PhotoMan could find himself filming that would beat the graphic content of the kinds of things he was already asked to film. She frowned down at Martia, then turned her attention back to PhotoMan. "So this navi here volunteered to do a shoot for you?"

"Yes... Well, I encouraged her to, knowing that I would get my inspiration back... We just need to go a little further and you'll see...! It will be a fantastic video piece," he explained, sounding enthusiastic. It wasn't hard to be that way, when he still had a good view of Martia, breathing heavily and barely covered.

"I'm glad things worked out, then. You're useless to me and Showbizz if you can't produce good material. If that's the case, then I'm just going to stand back and watch," Swat finished, crossing her arms and walking to a wall some distance away from Martia. She closed her eyes and leaned her back against it, looking cool and disinterested.

PhotoMan stared for a moment, still seeming somehow deflated. "Um... It would probably help me if you weren't watching, actually," he murmured.

Swat seemed to take some offense at that, turning with an agitated look on her face. "What? You're such a damn artiste now that your work depreciates if it's seen before the product is out? Is that it?" she asked.

"Well, that inspiration... knowing that you're hear critiquing my work... it sort of dampens that inspiration that you mentioned," he added, pressing his hands together in a guilty expression that made it evident he was hiding something, like he had something else to say that wasn't quite rolling out. It could very well just be that he didn't want any girls around to judge how far he was willing to let Martia's torment go. Or, it could be something else... "Now, if you were a participant or something of that sort, it might be different... possibly... But having you breathing down my neck-"

Swat tensed up and dug her fingers into her toned biceps.

"-having you here as an observer," he corrected himself, "makes it hard to concentrate."

The two just seemed predisposed to bicker. Either Leslie or Martia would have to sort it out.

The sound of a loud whistle pierced the air, which, assuming all the Navis could hear, would probably instinctively draw their attention to the source: the screen with Leslie. Once she was sure she had at least Swat's and PhotoMan's ear, she started talking. "All right, as Martia's operator, I think I get a say in this. And you know what? As a martial artist, I kinda get what PhotoMan's saying. Sometimes, you just can't train with another pair of eyes watching you. I mean, sometimes, I want to try something new. But, if anyone's around, I'll get nervous and not be able to do it. Even if it's someone like Martia or my teacher, who I know would take it seriously and offer me advice about it, some things you have to do by yourself, for yourself. That make any sense? So, I think it actually would be a good idea if you left the shoot until he's done. Maybe you could guard the entrance so no one else could pop in, just in case?"

Martia remained lying on the ground, trying to recover a bit from the shoot thus far. She still heard everything her operator said, though, and somehow she had a hard time believing that Leslie of all people would fall victim to nerves. This was a woman that could probably walk through ElecTown completely naked without even flinching. Heck, according to some people, her usual attire accounted for being halfway there already. So, she was either lying through her teeth, or her operator had a hidden side to her. Though, that seemed kinda hard to believe.

Swat shut her eyes and tilted her head down contemplatively, keeping her arms crossed and breathing slowly. "You're probably right," she admitted. That was the only sensible answer: after all, having secretly sent in Martia to do this, it would be ridiculous of her to stop Martia now. She'd probably just underestimated what inspiring PhotoMan would entail. "But it's dangerous to drop your guard around this guy. That's one martial artist to another," she warned Martia, sounding surprisingly serious.

Looking offended, PhotoMan protested. "I'm a photographer... I'm just doing my job. This is the kind of thing Showbizz appreciates as well, remember," he objected. "She's your employer too... And you should know that there's more to this than simply asking a woman to bare herself. I have to take into account scenery, marketability, positioning, unique appeal..."

"If our roles were switched and I got to photograph naked men all day, maybe I'd understand. But I'm not getting a job doing that any time soon," Swat shrugged, walking towards the opening to the cavern. She turned her head to look over her shoulder and shot him a cold glare. "When you make money like the boss, I'll pay more attention. Until then, stop putting yourself on a level that you don't belong on. Remember: I wouldn't be here if you and the boss were on the same page." PhotoMan didn't retort this time.

Annoyingly, it looked like Martia's boss was going to be her biggest obstacle in the mission; PhotoMan's ordinarily inexpressive expression was still a frown, but now a dark and stormy one, the clear mark of an artist who believes he's been slighted. "What is she doing here anyway...? Is she doing her job as Swat's security? What right does she have to complain about my work?" he asked nobody in particular, amusingly turning to the sitting Billy as if he expected it to answer him. He clutched one hand to his face, looking miserable. A slow, rhythmic clicking noise began to sound from his helmet again. "I'm sorry... don't worry about me," he addressed Martia and Leslie. "It's just... I've been having a hard time lately... I thought I'd reached... for lack of a better word, the zenith of my career... absolute satisfaction with my work and opportunities I'd never experienced before. A chance to enjoy all that eluded me in my career back during my earlier years. And now... where am I? I'm back at square one, surrounded by materialistic people that have no appreciation for what I do and... I feel rejected... I'm sorry... Nevermind... None of it really matters," he rambled, turning his back to her. "I should just be happy I'm making money, right? And you've given me a great shoot. What more can I ask for? You're... a great model," he complimented her, but it sounded like his mind was still elsewhere. "I don't meet a lot of subjects who are so naturally photogenic."

Anyways, Leslie and Martia would need to get back on track. For the short term, he probably had acquired some very marketable material, but he certainly didn't sound inspired or cured of his malaise right now.

Once Swat was gone, Martia managed to find the strength to sit herself up. While she was still quite wet, the electricity had thankfully subsided, letting her move without undue consequences. Of course, she wouldn't dare think of leaving, at least not without an outfit refresh...but as she listened to PhotoMan, any and all desire to get out faded, as his lament sparked a fire in her heart. Hopefully it wouldn't dry her out and make those strips fall to the wayside.

"No way!" She stood up and placed her hands on her hips, and glared at the other Navi. It'd be more intimidating if she wasn't functionally topless at this point. "That's a terrible attitude for someone like you to have! A true artist, no matter their field, accepts nothing less than perfection! If my operator's trying to learn a new technique, does she stop once she's just got the gist of it? No! She keeps at it until it's ingrained in both her body and soul! And that's the kind of attitude you need to have! Who cares about what Swat thinks about your work? The only voice you should listen to is the one in your heart!"

"Yeah, who gives a crap about what that other Navi thinks? I'm definitely closer to your target audience, and you know what? Watching this shoot...I've gotten some inspiration! Like, I've gotten a couple ideas on how to deflect an enemy's attacks better!"

"Yeah, see?"

"And I've got a better idea of Martia's weak spots!"

"Yeah!"

"And I've got a newfound appreciation for her barely covered, soaking wet-"

"Can you, of all people, please NOT be inspired like that?!"

"What? It's not exactly breaking news that I like 'em busty. ...Hmm, actually, I just got an on how to continue the shoot, if you guys are up for it. See, more inspiration! I guess I do have an artsy side!"

"Yeah, I'm sure you do...but, that kinda proves my point even more. See, Leslie's artisticness beyond the martial kind is pretty much nonexistent. And yet, here she is, coming up with new and exciting things for the shoot. You haven't even released anything you've shot yet, and you're already inspiring others! Isn't that the highest praise an artist can get?" Absentmindedly, Martia reached up, and rested her head on her hands. Naturally, this brought even more attention to her chest than normal...

PhotoMan jumped as Martia addressed him again, unsurprisingly wimpy in the face of her scolding. He paid attention, though, partially because it was hard to avoid looking at her no matter how upset he was, and partially because she gave a good pep talk. "Someone like me..." he murmured along with her, seeming appreciative that Martia recognized him as an artist. "Yes... To produce all of my greatest work, I've always found I have to listen to my own wishes first," he agreed. "It's a selfish way to produce, but then, I think selfishness comes with the trade."

He nodded along as the dialogue continued. "Yes... I too feel more inspired. You're a powerful navi, Martia; I can feel it, having spent time with overqualified models before. As your operator said, seeing your vulnerable side is truly inspiring," he continued, agreeing with Leslie perhaps more than he should. "You should be proud as well. It's not so exceptional to see good bodies and perfect breasts here on the net, but there's always a certain enthusiasm and photogenic quality that sets apart great models from poor ones. You definitely have the makings of a great one... How fortunate that we happened upon one another here." One might start think that he was on a mission to restore her confidence rather than the other way around. At the last comment, he lowered his eyebrows and shoulders, looking sullen. "Well... This is more of a situation where my pathetic attitude has inspired her to work harder herself and make up for it. I don't think that's something I should be praised for," the photographer replied. Well, it seemed like he was just going to look sullen regardless of what anyone did, even after getting a nice view of her open gi and the perfect breasts he'd mentioned earlier.

"I feel bad that I've made you two do all of the creative work here, but... results don't lie... let's see what else you have, Leslie," their target responded, reaching up to set his helmet back on just right, then crouching and watching her in a way that was both refreshingly enthusiastic and slightly unnerving.

Phew, it looked like PhotoMan was getting out of his funk...sorta. Better than he was, at any rate "Well, thanks! I always try to put my heart in whatever I do, and I'm glad it's showing here!" To be fair, there wasn't much that wasn't showing for Martia at that moment, heart or otherwise. "All right, Leslie, let's go ahead and get resta-aaaaaaa!!"

As it turned out, she shouldn't have taken her eye off the Billy, as her operator set it up so that it gave her a nice, stunning shock that brought her to her knees, leaving her completely at the mercy of the Teddy that was now in front of her. It eyed the Navi over for a moment, to properly gauge its next 'attack'...and then it struck. Each claw swipe picked a side, and performed two important functions. First off, the strips, which had done a remarkable job of staying on her up to that point, were cut off such that they were little more than pink pasties at this point, allowing the full sides of her breasts to be fully visible. Second, the small remnants of the gi weren't its only targets, and the sides of her panties were torn. And since that area wasn't soaked like her upper body, the remainder of it drifted down to the floor...but fortunately for the viewers, a combination of her positioning and that her hair extended well past that area ensured that there wouldn't need to be any censoring.

Though the shock soon wore off, Martia remained still, in large part because moving was going to reveal much more than she wanted to. All she could do was remain on her knees, functionally naked, and feel her cheeks turn a bit red as this fact dawned on her. Leslie was definitely starting to go a little overboard, here...

PhotoMan nodded, then promptly shuddered and winced as Martia was taken by surprise with another shock from the Billy. He wasn't sure if the shock actually felt good or not (she'd been acting like it did), but watching it definitely made him feel like he was a kid sneaking some porn he knew he wasn't supposed to be looking at. "Which... I guess normally I'd be opposed... but..." he thought to himself, gulping. Regardless of whatever other rules and behaviors he adhered to, PhotoMan was a firm believer in recording anything that inspired him, and he was certainly feeling something from watching Martia be teased by a Billy. "It's uncanny... something you'd never find in nature, occurring here in nature... That might be what's so exciting about it," he mused out loud. Of course, that really begged the question of whether there was such a thing as "nature" on the net, but he seemed to be assuming there was.

An actual, visible flash of light shined from his eyes as the Billy cut apart the rest of her outfit. He pressed a button on his camera, causing it to float off of his helmet and reveal his other eye; both eyes were almost panicked looking, but his mouth was tight-lipped as usual. He moved to each side of Martia, clearly studying her breasts, before his eyes moved down to her hips, then back up. It was significantly perverted looking, especially since the angle made all the difference right now in ensuring that Martia didn't need parts of her body censored. "Perfect... the exposure of your side profile. Your bare hips only add to the suggestion that you're completely naked... while I can continue to take the shoot, because the unfilmable portions are still hidden. But that fabric is barely visible from the side. This is... there is no other word for it than perfect," he gasped, his voice quivering slightly. "The last shot I took that felt so perfect... it was the one with 'her!' I never thought I'd get another shoot like that. Please, Leslie, continue!" he urged. That seemed like a horrible thing to ask for, as there was essentially nothing more to be done.

As if to punctuate that thought, a viewscreen popped up nearby PhotoMan, displaying his operator's face. That face belonged to a strange, thin-faced figure with pale skin and vibrantly purple hair. They were wearing earrings, a large, fur-coat, and giant shades that covered nearly a third of their face, along with shining purple lipstick. "Now, now, PhotoMan, are you reverting to your previous profession? You of all people should know when a shoot is over. What exactly are you planning to make her show you?" the woman laughed. Well, it was easy to say 'woman,' but certain features of her face, including the bridge of her nose and jut of her chin, made it look almost like she was a man dressed as a woman. Sometimes nature just made people that way... but it didn't make them wear purple lipstick or that much makeup.

PhotoMan found himself blushing now; he self-consciously stood up straight, and hung his head. "You're right, that was unprofessional of me... I was just thinking of surpassing my greatest photoshoot. But there's nowhere to go from perfect," he agreed. "Martia, we should finish so that I can pay you. And... we should discuss the matter of your consent... to commercialize these photographs for publication by the Showbizz Foundation's gravure feature," he coughed, sounding as though he lacked confidence that she was going to say it was okay for him to release pictures and footage of her being victimized by a Billy and other assorted viruses. "If you choose to go that route, I can pay you a premium based on commission, on top of the standard fee you will receive for participating in the photoshoot."

By now, Martia barely even noticed PhotoMan's presence, as it was drowned out by the fact that, aside from a few extremely conveniently placed scraps of fabric, she'd be wearing absolutely nothing at the moment. And yet, the weirdest part to her, was that she wasn't really all that bothered by being seen like this. Why was that? Granted, having Leslie as an operator had made her used to the concept of not being bothered by being partly/completely naked in front of others...but this? This...ugh, this train of thought was getting really weird...

Meanwhile, Leslie was content to sit back and watch the show. It looked like the shoot was proceeding very well. Truly, she was an artistic genius. ...Wait, did he really just say 'continue'? How was she even supposed to continue from there? It wasn't like she could strip her Navi anymore. But before she could protest, another operator window popped up, nearly making her fall back out of her seat. Despite the make-up, she honestly couldn't tell if that was a woman or a man. She guessed the former, but she just wasn't sure.

As PhotoMan began to speak directly to her, the martial artist Navi snapped out of her thoughts, and looked up at him. She made a very basic motion that implied that she was going to try to stand up, but instantly thought better of it, given her state of (non) dress. Instead, she sat on her knees, and listened. "There's not really a whole lot I want to talk about with consent...you've got it. Just, don't show me anything...I might change my mind or something, and I don't think either of us want that..."

Speaking of things she probably didn't want, some of the wet spots around her began to move, forming a small pool behind her. Around the same time, the Teddy began to sneak over near it. Looked like Leslie had thought of something after all. Very gently, it took ahold of Martia's hair, and moved it aside, fully exposing her hindquarters (though not from where PhotoMan was standing). The puddle rose, forming the Misty virus from so long ago, not quite as gone as first thought. It formed into a hand, reared back a bit, and...

BAM!

It actually sounded much worse than it was; it had hit her bottom rather softly. But the sheer surprise of getting spanked made Martia leap up in shock...and subsequently caused the last tattered remnants of her clothes to gently fall to the ground, both up top and down low. And yet, thanks to her body positioning and all the luck in the world, at no point did anything explicit show up on the camera. By now, her entire face was beet red, and she looked none too happy...looked like her operator had finally crossed the line. "What the hell, Leslie?! It's over!"

"What? He said you needed to finish, so I thought we'd do one last thing before I refreshed your appearance." Leslie neglected to mention the part that there was absolutely no fabric touching any part of her Navi's body...she'd realize it soon enough, anyway. Or someone else told her. It'd be more fun if she figured it out herself, though.

Just looking down on Martia as she spoke, looking up to him while futilely trying to devise how to stand up, seemed to increase the intensity of the whirring inside PhotoMan's head (she could devise it was his head rather than his helmet, now that the helmet was floating on the other side of her). His eyes flashed a few more times while she was talking. "You consent? Very well. I'll leave you my e-mail address. Inquire within some time and I will deliver you a portion of the returns as commission from your work. I know that's a slack way of handling it, but I'm afraid that, given the impromptu nature of this shoot, I didn't set up an account for official transfers beforehand," the photographer responded. Sweat trickled down the side of his face as he did his best to avoid watching the Misty and Teddy viruses behind her. "If you don't want to review the shoot, then so be it. From my side, I assure you that we'll do a professional job in editing the video and... leaving out anything that must be left out. But I'd like to deliver as much of the experience as possible to the viewers. Editing out my own participation, of course."

Once Martia stood up, he jumped back in turn, as if thunderstruck. Most likely, he didn't want to seem like a guilty party if anyone was watching, with her being spanked, embarrassed, and now completely naked. "Yes, I have quite enough material already for a good, two-to-three minute erotic video," PhotoMan agreed... and as he did, his eyes were still flashing constantly, as was the lens of his helmet. It was pretty clear he was still taking photos and video, regardless of his words. He stood very rigid, afraid to make a movement in either direction around Martia lest he ruin the perfect, natural censorship her long hair was providing. Whatever gears were inside his head clicked noisily, as if they were hanging up against each other. "... Yes... You should refresh your outfit... eventually..."

"PhotoMan?" his operator scolded, still smiling.

"... When you're ready, I mean..."

"PhotoMan!" she snapped, one eyebrow twitching despite her grin.

"... You're naked, so... you should refresh your clothing," he coughed, only now turning his head to look in another direction as though he was a consummate professional. His helmet turned away as well, as if it too was embarrassed. "But, please, leave your e-mail address as well so that I can send you the up-front payment for this shoot. Mine is PhotoVarcee@SBS.mailserver.net, if you wish to collect an additional commission at a later date." If there was one upside to all of this for Martia (besides checking "being stripped naked by viruses and photographed with intent to sell copies" off of her list of personal fears), it was knowing that she could essentially be paid three times for this one shot, between PhotoMan, the later commission money, and Swat.

"Huh?" Even PhotoMan's direct remark didn't quite convince Martia, so she looked down...and sure enough..."Eep!" She instinctively crossed her legs and crossed her arms over her chest. "LESLIE!!!"

The operator's finger was hovered over the confirmation of the appearance refreshing; apparently, she was waiting for that outburst, since as soon as it came out, she pressed the button. "Ha! Knew it'd be worth it!"

In a suddenly flash, the Navi went from 0% covered to over 90%, as her outfit reformed itself out of nothingness. Her breasts were still pretty sensitive from the earlier shocking, though...she almost wished that part of her had remained uncovered. Almost. "That's better! So, um, address...hang on a sec..." Fortunately, the e-mail swapping was a great way to not discuss what had just happened. "Mine and Leslie's is...FistGirl571@DenMail.net."

"..."

"..."

"...That it?"

"I...think so? Anything else you need, PhotoMan?" By now she was really hoping that was it...she just wanted to collect her money and pretend this entire thing never happened.

PhotoMan nodded along, as eager to regain his professional credibility as Martia was to regain her basic decency. "Thank you. I'll send you the up-front payment right away. Again, please contact me at a later date if you wish to withdraw your commission bonus, which will be a percentage of sales. It's not especially lofty, as mandated by my employer, but this one will be worth remembering to inquire about, I assure you," the photographer finished. "You've been of great assistance." There was little else he could ask of her, even as a photographer... he'd already pretty much gotten every angle of her that was safe to print, so there literally wasn't much more she could offer him. "If you ever want to model again, please let me know. I'll make the time and I assure you, we can come to a mutually profitable arrangement again."

"Absolutely! Darlings, you're wonderful people. There may even be a spot for you, if you're interested, Leslie dear," the perhaps-woman chuckled.

"We'll discuss that when and if the time comes," PhotoMan finished. "I've got a lot of work to do on the editing, so I will take my leave. Please, stay in touch," he finished, then warped off of the net himself. Leslie and Martia would just need to tie up their own lose-ends now.

"All right, I will. Take care!" Martia waved as PhotoMan left, then turned back to Leslie's window and folded her arms across her sizable chest. And she did not look happy. "...So, you let me stand around naked with other people watching?"

"Well, yeah..."

"..." While she didn't actually say anything, the Navi was staring daggers.

"...But! I swear on my family's name that I didn't have any dirty intentions! I just wanted to see your face when you finally noticed!"

Her look softened a bit, apparently somewhat convinced. "Well, you wouldn't throw your name around if it wasn't true. I guess I can forgive you...THIS time. But the next time I'm naked, you're telling me right away, or you can get yourself a new Navi!"

"All right, all right! Lesson learned! So, you gonna head on out?"

"Hmm...yeah, that's probably best. Incoming!" And with a pink beam of light, Martia vanished.

(JACKING OUT)

((Martia received 5 Swat FXP and 21 PhotoMan FXP))