NS Mission: Escort's Meetup Point

The pair didn't need to wait long before the door was opened by a woman of average-height in a very appropriate seeming toga; it somehow fit her better than the men who were wearing them. Her long, golden hair was instantly eye-catching; the full length extended to the ample curve of her hips, but the bangs held away from the forehead with a golden laurel circlet. Her eyes were large with clear blue pupils, giving her a somewhat otherworldly look. Her flesh seemed very much human, although she surprisingly showed no more of it than her feet, arms, and collar. Her body was wrapped tightly in a shimmering white-blue toga. It ought to go without saying that her body looked amazing.

She seemed somewhat surprised when Vector was revealed to be her patron. "How do you do? My name is Muse. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Vector,"[font=monotype corsiva][/font] she greeted her visitor, taking Vector's hand and leading him inside. With a polite smile to MachMan, she hung a "BUSY" sign just outside and closed the door behind her.

Somewhere in the distance, a bed was rocking in an annoying and foreboding fashion...

As MachMan was led out of the Living Respite, Aera and Sylk got a glimpse of him just before the double doors to the hallway shut. It didn't seem that Escort had seen it happen.

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Vector was now alone with the navi called Muse. The room was decorated very elogantly with lots of white and blue silk drapings. Despite this, the room itself was a little dark. The only furniture was a large, white bed, covered in luxurious satin sheets. Besides that, the room held a large, golden harp; it looked so large that it was presumable that she'd have to sit while playing it. A variety of woodwinds was hung on another wall. A standing mirror sat at the other side of the room. Beside that was a small, locked chest, but it didn't look large enough even to sit upon.

"This might sound strange coming from someone of my profession, but I really do pride myself on acting as a muse,"[font=monotype corsiva][/font] the woman laughed with a pleasing voice, sitting at bedside and crossing one leg over the other. The sound of her laughter was itself almost like music. "I can sense that the services of a muse would be more helpful to you right now than anything else I could provide. Still, a wise man only allows a muse to act as an adviser. I can offer you many things; know that insight is among them."[font=monotype corsiva][/font]

She was speaking a little cryptically, but she already seemed to have gathered that the SP wasn't here for the typical action.
Mach was quite impressed by Muse's superbly refined appearance, and almost felt reassured Vector would be in good hands. He gave his SP a slightly innuendo'd farewell, and made his way out of the Living Respite area.

Vector's nervousness was apparent, but he kept his politeness as he was led inside by the Navi. His body plates were kept in check, giving his hands a cloth-like smoothness.
The pleasure is all mine, Miss Muse.

Vector tried not to appear too curious of his surroundings, but he immediately noted a rather simple, yet oddly refined and regal vibe coming from the room. He was aware of what this room was designed for, and what Muse was there to do, but the adornments and items in the room made it look more like a musician's lounge room than a love den. He continued to gently hold Muse's hand with his right hand, and with the other he removed his fedora, allowing the standard shape of his head to return. As he held the fedora, the structure began to break down, and the spare plates surged into his sleeve, where they were added to the rest of his body structure.

He watched carefully as Muse sat down on the bed, and was privileged to hear her soothing, almost melodic voice, and nearly symphonic laugh. Vector politely sat down on the bed next to her, looking into her eyes with his own solitary one. This started to feel much more comfortable for him, since she felt more like a teacher, and fellow enthusiast of the refined arts than a... you know...

Vector continued to become more and more impressed with Muse, especially when she seemed to be accurately determining what he was here for, and his interests. His bowtie seemed to adjust automatically just before he spoke.
Your perceptive skills are very impressive, Miss. I was... persuaded by my employer to meet you, so I may "unwind."

Vector's tone changed slightly to emphasize the quote, but his voice in general seemed more soft than usual, almost suave. Was he trying to mimic some of Lucky's charm? However, he knew his time with her could be limited, and he needed to stick to the mission of gathering intel. He needed something to help start the conversation, but not something that wouldn't seem suspicious; something hinting that he's trying to get information. He glanced over to the harp, and already noted the woodwinds on the wall.
I see you have an excellent taste in music, I assume you play?



Mach continued past the counter for the Living Respite, giving a thumbs up to the clerk.
Man, I was close to just taking Muse for myself, she's quite a looker!

He kept walking, taking in the sights. There were a few Navis wandering around here and there, and he didn't do much to acknowledge them. If they were male, he simply acted as if they weren't there, but he gave a confident smirk and a wink to the occasional attractive female Navis moving about. He reached the stairs and ascended them to Heaven's Trumpet.

He tried to get a good view of the area, but instead of heading right towards the seats, he calmly walked up to the bar. As he did so, he slid his right hand into his pants pocket, and rested his left elbow and forearm on the bar as he waited for the bartender. As soon as he saw an opportunity to get the bartender's attention, he took it.
Good evening! I'll take a vodka martini with a lemon twist in a chilled glass, shaken.

Mazer couldn't help but smile as his Navi ordered the drink, he immediately recognized it, and spoke to his Navi through a voice only comm line.
[A Vespa? Going with a Jim Bund drink huh, slick?]
[[i]You know it![/i]]



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Aera smiled as Sylk agreed with her suggestion to find Mach, and she managed to catch a glimpse of Mach heading back the other direction, inside the Vanity. Aera left her glass on the bar as well, and thanked the bartender for the sweet drinks.

She made sure her dress was properly adjusted before she gently took Sylk's hand, and started to make her way towards the Vanity entrance. She smiled and winked at her companion, making a suggestion.
Let's make Lucky pay for starting the party without us, okay?
Sylk took Aera's hand with a soft smile, and turned her attention to the large doors which had revealed their target for an instant, before blocking mach from sight. She still wasn't sure if they should be meeting up with Mach already, but it was the only real idea they had had so far. This wasn't the kind of atmosphere Sylk was used to. She just didn't understand what she should be doing in her role, other than stay with Lucky. Sylk wasn't even sure what there was as an available alternative.

Taking a deep breath she tried to return to her character's mindset as to looked to her partner in acting. Oh of course~ Our lovely Lucky should know better than to get things rolling without his Lucky Ladies by his side. We'll just have to remind him now, won't we?

Sylk made her way to the doors with Aera at her side, placing her gloved hand upon the handle. Her eye's quickly looked back and forth trying to see if Escort was in view. The mistress had to be sneaky, to enjoy her time with Lucky without being interrupted by the nagging wife. At least that's what she assumed her character would do, anyways. Just the thought of hiding away and having their own unmonitored fun gave her a jolt of excitement to her over thinking mood she seemed to be stuck in. I need to have some fun with this. Forget the small details, just relax. She told her self sternly in her thoughts. The more she tried to figure things out, the worse her performance would be. Sylk needed to just relax and let the role take over, and enjoy it as she did.

This is a game~ Lucky is MY prey, and no other predator will have him. He's in my web now~ The lovely mistress opened the door only enough to slip in as discretely as possible with her cohort. Her eyes locked onto her mark, a hunger for excitement held within her gaze as she made her move closer. Lucky~ You didn't forget about us, did you? It would be such a shame if you started the fun with out us. You know how much we love the excitement. She called to him in an alluring tone, attempting to captivate his attention immediately.
"I see. Well, I do hope you'll find yourself comfortable,"[font=monotype corsiva][/font] Muse replied; the sudden raise of her eyebrows indicated that she saw something in the word "unwind" that she hadn't expected. "I do play a variety of instruments. Music is a terrific source of inspiration, they say."[font=monotype corsiva][/font]

She seemed to realize that Vector was being very slow and methodical. With a smile, she reached beneath the bed and brought out a miniature harp, small enough to rest in the curve of one arm. Tucking it at her right breast, she gently strummed the instrument as she continued to talk. "It's an unspoken rule in this place, actually, that these sessions are timed. I felt like I should mention that to you. I'm afraid it's a necessity of the establishment,"[font=monotype corsiva][/font] she chuckled. "Don't let that worry you, of course. I feel that great minds work best, however, when they are busily applied."[font=monotype corsiva][/font]

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Sylk and Aera went after Lucky themselves, but Sylk managed to gain a lead on Aera and arrive to meet the SP's disguised master first. MachMan's drink was being prepared for him by another golden navi, dressed in the same odd toga the others were wearing.

The scenery of the room was rather lively. While the corners of the room were dark, bright lights shown down around several stages and illuminated some dancers wearing fairly racy outfits. Large props like glittering clouds were set up all around the room (while they could most easily be described as props, they were actually fairly complex data structures). It appeared that some stages and clouds were illuminated more brightly than others and that each stage had its own cloud.

Loud, rythmic music pumped through the room, but not through the benefit of speakers. It wasn't really possible to tell where the music was coming from.

Annoyingly, before MachMan had time to respond, the group was interrupted by a familiar looking figure. The man was easily recognizable as the book themed navi from earlier. He was now dressed in a dapper blue suit with a bowler and gold bow-tie, making him look old fashioned and out of place (even more so than his tremendous gray mustache and monocle did).

"Ho ho ho! I don't believe we were properly introduced earlier. My name is ChronicleMan... I see that the woman from earlier is no longer present? It's a shame... I was about to offer you a different kind of challenge," he sighed, then smiled. His head was turned, but the shine of his monocle hid one droopy eye, glaring intently to see if Lucky Master would respond.
"You see, my own girl, Raptor, is up there doing a little tease right now and is reaping a bounty of benefits, I'd imagine. I don't think there's another girl in the club that can challenge her right now," he laughed.

Indeed, a rather angry looking woman recognizable as the dinosaur-dressed character from earlier was busy grinding on one of the silver dancing stage poles. A group of rowdy men were enjoying throwing tips at her, but she didn't seem terribly pleased regardless. She was still wearing the same outfit, but the occasional flick of her tail and buttocks lifted the skirt she wore to reveal an attractive shape.

"The clouds surrounding the stage are illuminated showing the crowd's reaction, gauged by the dancer's tips. Raptor's quite adept at this, to my surprise; her cloud is quite bright! Your girls are just a bunch of brutes that pick on old men for fun, I imagine, with no idea of how to please a man," he chortled hypocritically, waving one hand to goad Lucky on.

Two possibilities seemed to present themselves. The first was that the old man was upset that his previous attempt to steal from them had failed and was trying to excite the crowd for money. The other was that he was really, really petty and saw this as the only way of recovering face after being hit by a limousine earlier.
Aera noticed the Navis dressed in their racy outfits as they danced around the poles dotting the stage, having drinks, and hanging over eachother. She saw one couple really going at it in one of the seats, which seemed rather odd to her, but she continued forward.

Machman smiled as he saw his two mistresses approach, but before he could return their greeting, he was approached by ChronicleMan. He raised an eyebrow and gave him a somewhat unfocused glance, clearly not enthusiastic about meeting this particular Navi again.
{Hm... one would think he'd learn to back off...}

He heard the Navi's introduction, but acted as if he ignored the rest of his comment, including the part about his wife. He made a confident smirk before he responded, introducing himself.
I'm Lucky, both in name and in lifestyle, heheh. And 'that woman' is my wife, Miss Lucky. I'd introduce my limousines as well, but you've already met.

He gave ChronicleMan a somewhat sinister smirk, and put his ego in competition with the mustached Navi's own. He gladly shifted his attention towards Raptor as she grinded on the pole. She seemed fairly attractive, and the amount of Navis tipping her made her appear to be rather popular. He also noted the clouds as ChronicleMan explained them. However, his eyes went back to ChronicleMan as he insulted both Sylk and Aera, and the both of them were within earshot.

Aera slowly walked past ChronicleMan and turned around as she hooked arms with Mach. She put a finger to her chin, as if contemplating something.
Brutes? I thought that title was reserved for someone who ambushes a group of fine Navis in the middle of an alleyway.

Aera giggled as Mach looked over at Aera, then back towards ChronicleMan with a smirk. She slid her body closer to Mach, and he could feel her soft body pressing against his side. She remembered the couple she remembered before, and decided to try and imitate them a bit.
And besides...

Aera turned towards Mach, her chest pressing against his upper arm as she put her left hand on the side of his chest, and lifted her leg up in front of Mach's own legs. Her dress clung to her leg for a few moments, but the material then fell away as her knee poked through the slit in the side of her dress. The dress slipped down her leg, revealing her fair skin, and the gold chains wrapping up her legs from her teal high-heels. Her fingers traced small circles over Mach's chest, and she looked up at him before she glanced back at ChronicleMan.
...I know how to please my man.

Mach could barely believe what she was doing, and Mazer had a very similar reaction, but Mach managed to keep a straight face. Mach kept his thoughts in order, and somehow kept himself in character. He placed his hand on her lower back, and chuckled.
That's an understatement! Care to show him your superior beauty and skill, my dear?

Mach almost instantly realized he had just requested Aera to compete against Raptor... in pole dancing. He immediately tried to think of something to do, but Aera smiled and let go of him before she started to turn towards the stage. She turned her head back to him as she slowly strolled off.
No need to be so formal, Lucky. Avia is just fine~

As she walked up to the stage, she quickly started a file search. Within moments, she already had several videos of pole dancing "how to"s, and a recording of a championship performance several years ago. They seemed kind of odd to her, but thanks to the atmosphere, and partially due to the alcohol, it looked like fun to her. She made her way up to the stage, and found an empty pole a couple poles away from Raptor. She reached out and grabbed the somewhat cold metal pole with her left hand and started to walk around it, her hips swaying from side to side. She then made her way around it before she grabbed the pole with both hands and leaned back as she kicked her leg out and arched her back, showing her slender figure and fair skin.

{... wow...}


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Meanwhile, back in Muse's room, Vector listened to Muse as she played.
Wow, you are quite the skilled musician...

He realized that he was, in fact, timed, and decided to act upon this restriction without being too awkward.
Excuse me for saying, but you seem to be fairly overqualified to be... a private entertainer. Is it because of your employer?
Oh dear, it seems your taste in woman is about as old as you are. Dinosaurs should be extinct you know, and soon her popularity will follow I'm sure~. Sylk quipped as her attention turned to ChronicalMan and his rude remarks. Don't tell me you're still sore after failing to gang up on three beautiful, defenseless ladies... I would think you should be embarrassed by such a thing to bring it up, anyways~ She chuckled to herself, before turning her gaze towards the companion as to which the book navi spoke.

She seemed like she was doing fairly well for herself,this she would admit. Still Sylk was confident in Aera's and her own sex appeal. It didn't look like a terribly hard thing to pull off, it was just using her movements to impress the simple minded males which were watching and throwing away there money. It was about time she used her new look to her advantage.

Sylk tried not to laugh to herself, seeing Aera pull off the position of a mistress as well as she did. It was amusing to see the innocent navi act in such a vulgar way. Sylk couldn't let the poor girl do this all on her own. It wouldn't be any for for herself, after all. Avia~ I do hope you're not forgetting about me, hmm? She teased, as she followed Aera towards the stages. She turned back to mach for a brief moment, only to utter I do hope you'll watch me closely~ Before motioning to another unused pole.

It wouldn't be the first time Sylk had seen such a thing, mostly due to the gender of her operator. Dealing with him she had gotten to know just what could make most men tick, in some manners at least and she planned to use that knowledge to her fullest. It didn't hurt that Rei was poor at hiding his browser history, and that the young spider was quite a curious one.

Hopping up onto the stage, the lower portion of her dress fluttered for a moment before fitting up against her body once more. Sylk slowly approached the steel bar and gripped it gently with her hand. Sliding a gloved hand along its surface, getting a feel for just how sturdy it really was, as she turned to face the audience. Her right leg wrapped itself around the beam, breaking free through the slit in the side of her dress. Her body swung around on the pole, turning her back to the gallery as her left hand still clutched the beam. Her bare back could been seen for a good moment, before her upper body began to lean back, her grip sliding lower as she used both her hand and leg to keep herself stable. An ample shot of her cleavage could be seen as she leaned further, her free hand running along her neck and down to her chest as she stared out to the crowd upside down with a grin.

Are you ready for some fun~? Welcome to my web. Stay a while, you'll like what you see~ As her words echoed out, her body snapped back up revealing the tattoo upon her flesh, before using the momentum to spin once more to face the prying eyes as she pressed her body against the cold steel. She tried to move her body with the music, swaying her hips with the beat as she accentuating her curves by running her free hand along her body. She was going to give them a show they wouldn't soon forget.
"Thank you for your kind words. You're quite perceptive yourself. Indeed, I haven't always dedicated myself to this profession,"[font=monotype corsiva][/font] she admitted, continuing playing her harp while keeping her eyes closed. She held a very serene expression as she told her tale. "In the past, I was actually a fighter for the NetMafia."[font=monotype corsiva][/font]

She paused in her speech, as if giving him time to protest, then continued. "One of the Bloodhound authorities, a gentleman named PantheonMan, saw that I was not suited for the field of combat. Instead, I act to entertain and inspire the men of his forces as they visit this establishment. According to him, that role has done the Bloodhounds more good than my fighting. For this reason, I accept it."[font=monotype corsiva][/font]

The pretty navi smiled, showing no signs of depression. "I never actually enjoyed fighting and I can't say I enjoy the life of a call-girl much more. Still, I have my own reasons for wishing for the Bloodhound's prosperity. If I can help them out in this way, I will continue."[font=monotype corsiva][/font]

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The audience cheered and hollered as Sylk and Aera began dancing. The guy behind the bar started giving out free drinks. Everyone seemed pleased aside from ChronicleMan himself. The navi gritted his teeth and pressed his hands into the fabric of his jacket's collar agitatedly. "What is this?! You're going to show me up here too?!" he growled. Apparently he hadn't expected Lucky's women to be up to the challenge... either that or he thought that they wouldn't have confidence to compete with Raptor? Either way seemed somewhat silly.

"Rrrr! Why are you girls meddling? I want to get out of here as soon as I can!"[color=green][/color] Raptor grumbled, watching the other two girls go at it. She got more fired up, however, when she heard Sylk insulting her. "You're insulting nature's fore-runners?! You dare insult the giants of prehistory, the great dinosaurs?!"[color=green][/color]

"Hey hey hey! I thought lizards were supposed to be fast and capable of shedding their skin? Don't bore the audience, Raptor! Dominate them!" the old man bellowed, speaking more loudly than any of the rest of the audience.

"Hey, why don't you try loosening that bowler instead, Jackass?!"[color=green][/color] the woman called back in defiance. As if asserting his control over her, he held up a "gentleman's handbag" with two clips at the top and pointed to it with a menacing expression. Apparently he had her by the wallet. Groaning, she decided to step it up. She pulled off her green, dinosaur-scale helmet and threw it away recklessly, knocking some guy in the face and revealing her shaggy brown hair. Both the action and the hairstyle lacked femininity.

At about this time, "Mrs. Lucky" showed up again, first spotting her husband. She quickly strode up to him, looking indignant at having been left behind. "Why hello, my dear husband. Where have you hidden your lovely dolls? Don't tell me they're underneath one of the tables?" she asked, feigning annoyance but possessing very real anxiety. Despite the fact that everyone was keeping in character quite well, she was inwardly worried about the success of the mission, now that they'd been split up and out of sight for so long.

Slowly, she caught sight of the two of them. Her eyes seemed strangely fixed on them and it looked like she wanted to say something, but couldn't manage. She was definitely falling out of character, as her mouth seemed stuck open in a stupid stare. It occurred to MachMan that he might need to figure out a way to snap her out of it. ChronicleMan watched her with some amount of rage as well; it was apparent that if she stood in front of him for too long, another scene was going to break out.

Raptor was gracelessly fiddling with her green-scaled armor while MachMan and ChronicleMan were both distracted. With great speed (but little appealing flare either), she quickly removed her clawed raptor gloves and flung them aside. She leaned one attractive, athletic leg up the pole and kicked off her clawed boot; somebody outside seemed to yell out as this one hit him. The other one came off as well, but people got out of the way this time.

The navi didn't seem to understand the concept of stringing people along, because she was already unfastening her breast-plate to pull it off as well while circling the pole. She really was too singularly focused on speed. Her sharp teeth glinted in the dim light from her cloud as she clenched them angrily while trying to remove her armor.

Money was coming in well for Aera and Sylk, but the contributors seemed to understand the market. Wanting to give Aera and Sylk incentive, they began to fork over money to Raptor and wait for a reaction. Sylk's cloud was a little brighter than Aera's, possibly because when she'd given the guy on the front row a good view of her cleavage, he'd forked over a lot right away. It seemed that playing to specific customers was a pretty good way to sponge out cash.

Both of the clouds had really lit up, but were starting to dim again as everyone forked over to Raptor to get them in the mood.
Aera smiled as Sylk went up to a pole next to her, feeling the creeping nervousness start to fade away. She was doing a good job at hiding her nervousness and discomfort when she started dancing alone, but now since she had an ally, she felt like her comfort zone was becoming larger. She saw the Navis gathering around the stage near Sylk and herself, and also saw Mach's somewhat flabbergasted gaze. She also heard Raptor and ChronicleMan bickering, and decided to try and capitalize on it. As she circled around the pole, her steps and hips moving with the music, and got closest to Sylk's pole, she slowly brought her gloved right hand to her mouth, and kissed her hand. She then tilted her open hand out towards Sylk, and blew gently as she exhaled, blowing a kiss for Sylk in front of the crowd, and showing her alliance with the sultry, silky Navi.

She then moved her back to the pole, and planted both feet on the ground as she positioned the pole directly down her spine. She leaned back on the pole, and felt the cold chromed metal on her skin, thanks to open back of her dress, which extended down to the small of her back. Her body was facing off to the side in relation to the audience, giving them an excellent side profile of her slim figure. She winked towards the audience as she canted her head slightly to the side, so she could lean her head back without bumping into the pole. As she did so, she arched her back slowly, pushing her bust out, and causing the fabric of her dress to tighten over her chest and abdomen, further showing off her toned, smooth body. She had both of her hands over her head, gripping the pole as she kicked her closest leg out in rhythm with the music, her leg sliding through the slit of her dress, and leaving nearly her entire leg bare. She moved a hand down towards her rear to slide the tail end of her dress out of the way as she bent her knee, and brought her foot towards the pole. She paused for just a moment, showing the very smoothly curved line she traced with her body and, and giving the audience a chance to notice the way she moved her dress essentially revealed the bare side profile of her butt.

As she paused there, her hand traced up the side of her leg from her knee to her hip, then slid up and around to the front of her abdomen, and traced a line between her breasts. As she did so, she started to slide down the pole slowly, until her knee lightly touched the floor of the stage. She brought her index finger to her mouth, and slightly pulled her bottom lip down as she gave the audience a glance. She was looking towards the audience, but her glance was truly aimed towards Mach. Mach struggled to keep from twitching nervously as he saw his SP put on a totally uncharacteristically sultry performance in front of him.
{Holy hell, where did she learn THAT?}

Luckily for him, Escort approached him, and her statement brought him back into reality. His eyes looked more focused, and his confident smirk became more noticeable. He turned towards his "wife" and wrapped an arm around her waist. He chuckled in response to her query in regards to his mistresses.
Haha, don't be so vulgar, honey. I decided to have my 'dolls' put on a show for us.

He gave her an impish grin, and turned to the side to face the stage again. He continued to watch, but he noticed Escort didn't have a sarcasm-steeped response, and he saw her dumbfounded stare out of the corner of his eye. He was somewhat surprised by her reaction, but also noticed that was very likely to be out of character. He quickly acted to snap her out of it, this time by sliding his hand down, and giving her butt a very real squeeze.
They're pretty good, don't you think? I bet they can't hold a candle to you though, heheheh. And considering how rather rough ChronicleMan's girl is, you'd blow her out of the water!

He tried to use the comment to get her re-engaged in the moment, and to alert her of ChronicleMan's presence. He wasn't certain how she would react to seeing the Navi again, but it could allow her to further perpetuate her character, and possibly shut him down with her venomous wit. While back on the stage, the crowd started to work the market, by giving additional tips to Raptor in an attempt to coax the pair into responding. Thanks to Aera's orientation on the stage, she could plainly see the crowd shifting more attention to the armor-shedding Raptor. She knew to ramp it up, but she was planning to do it anyway, regardless of the crowd.

She leaned back on the pole as she slid her knee off the stage, and planted both feet. She tried to slide her feet closer to the pole before she moved her hands towards her ankles, touching the straps of her teal high-heels. Leaning down, she started to stand up, sliding her butt slowly up the pole, and arched her back downwards to hike her butt even higher up the pole. As her legs straightened out, her hands were still touching her ankles, even as her legs fully straightened out and her knees locked. She then slowly brought her upper torso up, sliding her hands up from her shins, past her knees, and to her thighs. As she did so, her open hands gently dragged the fabric of her dress up her legs, nice and slow. She revealed more and more of her legs as she stood up straight. Her dress kept creeping up, teasing the crowd, and she moved her hands towards her sides as they approached her hips. She eventually hiked the dress up all the way to her hips, revealing the sides of her thighs, and again revealing the curve of her butt.

She used her hand to slide the fabric of the dress off to the side, to keep her legs from getting caught in the fabric for what she was about to do. As her hands went up over her head and gripped the pole, she lifted her outside leg and wrapped it around the pole. She then started to effortlessly lift herself up the pole slightly, and started to rotate on the pole so she was facing directly towards the front of the stage. She lifted her other leg and wrapped it around the other side of the pole, pinching it between her slender thighs, and crossed her legs behind her. Her lower legs were pointed upwards, with the heels of her shoes touching the pole. Unseen to the crowd, she had actually started to magnetically charge the pole using her own internal currents. With a combination of friction and magnetic pull, she released her hands from the pole, and remained perched in place, even as she slowly lowered her upper body from the silver pole. Her entire body tilted forward, eventually leaving her parallel to the ground and about 3 feet in the air. She brought her hands up her side with the music, and then she put her palms on her cheeks, with her elbows facing towards the stage floor, as if she was lying on an invisible bed.

In that pose, Aera gave off an appearance of near weightlessness, while looking rather innocent, even though it also allowed the crowd to get a very un-obscured view down her dress almost all the way down to her bellybutton. A cute smile appeared on her face, as she looked down at one of the Navis in the closest row, and winked as she giggled. Back in the Real World, Mazer just sat there, still not sure if what he was seeing was in fact happening.


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Vector was rather surprised by Muse's admission to previously being a fighter for the NetMafia. As she paused, Vector spoke up.
I would have never imagined that, Miss.

He was thinking of continuing, but he decided to politely listen to her story. He watched her attentively, and noticed she wasn't very disappointed with where she was and what she was doing, or was very good at hiding it. He also started to draw similarities between her and himself. He attempted to form a report with her, to hopefully get some more information, but also due to a genuine interest in her.
I guess that is the life of loyalists like us. Mr. Lucky has had me do some rather uncomfortable things, some that I really didn't see myself doing in my mind, but I will support him and his wife for as long as I function.

He got a bit closer to her, and cautiously reached out, a hand forming out from his sleeves. He gently brushed his hand against her arm and shoulder in the best reassuring gesture he could think of.
But then again, if Mr. Lucky hadn't have made me go out of my comfort zone, I would have never met such a beautiful and wise Navi like yourself.
Oh dear, our poor innocent aera is trying to out-do me. I don't think we can have that~ The spider thought playfully, making a game out of this. Aera of course was her only concern seeing as the dino seemed not to understand what exactly would work the crowd. She was a little curious herself why she was being a tool for ChronicalMan, but the only thing she could assume was that he was her employer and thus was paying her. Sylk felt kind of bad for the girl, but there wasn't anything she could really do short of pounding on the old geezer. While the idea was nice, it might cause trouble for the mission.

Instead, Sylk focused on her dance. Her chest pressed against the cold steel, running along the bar before leaning back only holding on by her smooth bare leg which crept out from the slit in her dress. Her hands stroked along the side of her lower body, meeting up at her abdomen and slowly made their way to her breasts, gripping them ever so lightly. Giving a wink out to the crowd, her hands returned to the pole while her leg retained its grip. A strong pull with her arms slowly lifted her off the ground as the beam became her support. As she raised herself higher her body shifted around it to give the viewers a shot from all sides, tension on the dress tightened it around her body to highlight her flawless curves even more than usual. In fact, it appeared as though there was nothing even under the dress at all.

Only her left arm and right leg were used to keep her aloft now, as her right trailed down to the slit in her dress on the side. Playfully she began top raise the dress higher along her thigh, only to stop short and keep her fans from seeing if she really was wearing anything underneath. As the dress slid back down to its original position the mistress in training wrapped her other leg around the bar, the dress staying in place as it was caught between metal and her thighs. Slowly she turned her back the the audience before leaning back. She slowed as a view of her cleavage could be seen once more, but she didn't stop completely. Her legs keeping their hold upon the dress and the pole, Sylk now hung upside down with her back against the rod. Her hands played with her hair as she let everyone soak in the sight, her fingers tracing down along the side of her face, making their way along her breasts and continuing down till they came to rest between her thighs.

An enticing gaze as she looked out towards the men, licking her lips pleasurably, as her hands followed the same path in reverse. Coming back to her neck one hand veered off to the side and then behind her head. The other arm pressed firmly in front of her chest as the pieces of string unraveled and hung down at her shoulders. Snapping back up to show her back once more, she moved her arm away only for a moment to allow the upper half of the dress to fall, before covering it back up once more. She twisted her body to swing around, one hand on the pole and one strategically placed across her now bare chest. The pole slid between her legs as she gradually lowered herself, trying to produce a look of pleasure and satisfaction as she did. As her feet lowered to the floor she released the bar from her grasp and strutted around it still covering her "assets", the dress only slinging to the curves of her waist now.

Her backside now pressing up against the bar, Sylk slid her free hand down the front of her dress, hoping to get the men hot and bothered by the idea of what she could be doing. The hand could be seen making subtle movements under the dress as she licked her lips seductively once more. Slowly the hand raised back out only to rest upon the edges of the dress. Gradually it was pushed down, revealing more and more flesh.

With no warning the black cover dropped to the floor, both hands of the spider moving to her mid section as she stood exposed to the crowd. Or so that's how it seemed at first. Behind her arm had been forming a thin and skin tight bra from her own silk, held up by two near-invisible strands of thread one around her neck and the other behind her back. The other hand creating a pair of silk panties with a barely visible thread at the sides connecting the front and back. She danced around the bar, swaying her body as she moved, showing off her mostly exposed flesh once more, before raising two gloved fingers to her lips and blowing a kiss to the viewers.

Like what you see, boys~? She called out seductively as she leaned against the steel beam, covering up her chest and between her legs with her arms.

[[armor weave: Passive 20hp casing - Form of silk bra and panties.]]
Muse smiled warmly and ceased playing her harp momentarily, then pressed one hand over Vector's own. After sitting like that for a while, she laughed and returned to her playing. "My my, Sir! If I didn't know better, I would assume you were still trying to make a pass. You'd be putting a lot more effort into getting the mood right than my usual customer, that's for sure,"[font=monotype corsiva][/font] she giggled.

She looked at her own hands working the harp, seeming to contemplate something. "If you're so dedicated to that man and woman, I don't think you'd be wise to leave them alone amidst the Bloodhounds for long,"[font=monotype corsiva][/font] she warned him, still not breaking her smile and now failing to make eye contact.

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With Aera and Sylk both putting on magnificent and erotic shows, it didn't take long for the momentum to shift to their favor. Raptor had stripped down to just the black, skin-tight bikini she wore beneath her outfit, but the audience was way out of her grasp. "Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Aw, screw it!"[color=green][/color] she cried out, scooping up the money that had already been given. "This is enough money for me! You can dance for the rest yourself, Old Man!"[color=green][/color] she huffed. More than anything, she seemed to be angry at her inability to compete.

"Raptor! Raptooor! You fossil-brain, get back here and finish theeeeem!" he roared, chasing after Raptor and pushing customers aside.

Money continued to pile up for Aera and Sylk. It seemed like this could be a pretty magnificent way of earning cash. Whistles and cries continued to come from the crowd with many more generous offerings.

Escort watched the two with an entranced, reddening face. Her heart beat quickly as she clung to one handle of her pretend husband's chair. Shaking her head, she tried to rid herself of amorous thoughts and return to her duty; the butt-squeeze helped to bring her back as well. Her buttocks seemed firm, yet the silk of the dress and flesh beneath were quite soft, fully rewarding MachMan for his forward approach. She turned her head down to look at him with a roguish smile that only half-said "Aren't you getting a little to into this?"

"I have no reason to compete with them. You're my husband after all. My hand is always resting right at your wallet, isn't it? she laughed, running one hand up his leg in a stimulating fashion. "You're the only one I need to collect from..." Although it sounded like she might be trying to get out of degrading herself in front of all of the others, she quickly dispelled the notion as she pressed her hands over MachMan's on the armrests of his chair and turned away from him. Ordinarily she'd have reservations, but it seemed like he'd already decided to go at it himself, so she decided to just stay in character.

Slowly, she made as if sitting in the chair, only instead the inner arch of her buttocks connected with MachMan's groin, smothering his lap in a far too erotic fashion. Apparently she hadn't meant to be that direct and blushed, withdrawing slightly. As quickly as she could manage, she corrected her face and started to very lightly and gently grind her ass against his own lower body.

While it seemed like she might be overdoing it, there was a hidden intention behind all of this: she considered it somewhat brazen of her to try to compete with his two close friends, who may both be vying for his affection at the moment. As such, she ruled it best to put herself in such a position that she would not end up looking into his eyes. She avoided the eyes of the other girls as well and stared mostly at the ground.

She was unable to do much with her legs, as the tight dress was restricting them to a position held together. The zipper of her dress dangled tantalizingly in front of MachMan's face as his pretend-wife's buttocks moved up and down his lower body. She kept both of her hands tightly over his own on their chair, however. "How is it, Dear? Are you enjoying yourself? Is this sort of thing worth your precious gambling money?" she asked, still not turning her head to look back at him. The men of the club who weren't too busy oggling Aera and Sylk stared at him, gaping-mouthed and jealous.

Although MachMan was likely far too distracted by various matters, another distinct looking navi had entered and was watching him and his girls with amusement. The navi was a tall and brown-skinned man with flowing, dark hair, thick lips, and gleaming yellow eyes. His jaw was lined with thick sideburns and the rugged tracings of a recently shaved beard. He wore only a toga and sandals, which accented his muscular body well.

The navi slowly made his way up to Lucky and brazenly took the seat next to him. "Lucky Master, I presume? That's quite a wife you have there,"[font=andalus][/font] he laughed. Escort kept watching the floor, seeming embarrassed by the comment. "You know, I like this place. I've decided to have our meeting here instead."[font=andalus][/font] A subtle change in Escort's movements made MachMan realize that the change had certain implications. From this position, it would be almost impossible for her to advise him any further.

"These two are your women as well, right? You sure live up to your name! Alright, everyone, sorry,"[font=andalus][/font] the man continued, rising up and clapping his hands together with thunderous volume. "This is our new meeting place. Anyone not here for the meeting, scram. But thanks for coming, alright? Enjoy yourself elsewhere and come back soon, this won't take long."[font=andalus][/font]

He smiled down at MachMan; from this distance, MachMan clearly noticed the scar that ran from his forehead down past one of his eyes, covering almost the full length of his left cheek. "My name's PantheonMan, by the way. The only ones left in this room are Mafia associates. I'm sure you realize that already,"[font=andalus][/font] he told the sitting MachMan. "Besides you and your fabulous cohorts, of course. Mind if I take one for a little while? I'll have what he's having,"[font=andalus][/font] he laughed, pressing an especially large data packet full of cash incentive down in front of Sylk. Her cloud instantly lit up, which illuminated the other figures around the table.

The other members present seemed to consist largely of heel navis, although there were a few other interesting faces. Further across, a navi in a red drummer's robe and tall black hat was conversing with a group of heel navis in a loud and authoritarian voice. A large, ridiculous looking navi with a giant hand for a body and a grinning, black, wooden head was also located nearby. The vast number of navis made realize that they had better not end up fighting.

"So, down to business. We're still looking to expand into that territory, Lucky. How are the prospects?"[font=andalus][/font] he asked, raising one eyebrow and leaning back comfortably in his armchair.

MachMan remembered the packet of information he'd taken earlier, but his hands were covered now with his fake wife's own! He'd have to figure out a way to get at it without letting PantheonMan see or breaking character.
He smiled as escort started to rub his leg, but instantly became surprised as she stood up, and started to sit on his lap. He struggled to keep his eyes from opening wide as his "wife" started to grind against him. Mazer slapped his hand against his forehead as he stared down at the PET screen, laughing like an idiot.
[Hahaha! You lucky bastard!]

Aera had started to relax more as she saw Raptor leave the stage, and ChronicleMan on her tail in pursuit. All eyes were then on Sylk and herself, but she started to see more started to focus on Sylk as she shed her dress. She was a little embarrassed to see her friend shed her clothing in front of a group of strangers, but she was also impressed by her courage, and motivation to be in character. She stretched her arms back to the pole as she arched her back. As she grabbed hold, she unhooked her legs and started to swing around the pole in a downward spiral. As she gently rotated to the stage floor, she caught sight of Escort sitting on Mach's lap, and grinding against him. She was somewhat curious as to why she was doing such a thing, and locked her eyes on Mach's for a brief moment.

Machman looked back at her, his eyes getting back into focus. Her stare seemed to put him back into focus, and his expression became more calm as he looked back to her, as if saying "you're right, we have a job to do." Aera smiled as she looked back down to the crowd gathered around the stage, and flicked her hair to the side as she rounded the pole, swaying her hips back and forth. She put her hand on her hip as she looked at the Navis in front of her, and winked as she sauntered by.
Having fun, boys?

Machman noticed others were looking at him, and his "wife" grinding against him, urging him to remain in character. He smirked as he responded to Escort's question.
Haha, I'm having a blast, honey. Why don't you do this more often? You might find me playing you more than a roulette wheel if you do more stuff like this, heheheh.

He chuckled just as another Navi, dressed in a toga, sat down in the chair next to him. He glanced over with a raised eyebrow, just as the Navi spoke to him. He chuckled in response.
Haha, I'm lucky to have her, pun not intended.

He was in a joking mood, but his mind instantly switched directions as he realized the meeting had just moved times and locations, to right here and right now. Mazer had a look of shock on his face, and both NetOp and Navi realized the note, which was now inaccessible. In less than a minute, Mach had now found himself surrounded in a room full of mafia Navis, with absolutely 0 information about the meeting he was supposed to have. All of his allies were out of reach...... except for the one who already knows the information! He quickly formulated a plan as he slid his right hand out from underneath his wife's own, and reached out towards PantheonMan for a handshake.
Ah, PantheonMan, nice to meet you. I have to say, this is definitely the best place for a meeting I've ever been to, hahaha!

In his peripheral vision he had already picked out several of the different Mafia Navis in the room, and tried to get a target count. However, he became distracted as PantheonMan just made a request for Sylk to give him a lap dance, just like what Escort was doing to Mach himself. He looked over at Sylk, and hoped she wasn't going to hate him for what might happen next. However, he tried to somewhat protect his ally, and hopefully keep PantheonMan from being rough or aggressive.
Have an eye for my Widow, PantheonMan? I see you have good taste as well. She's as beautiful, and delicate, as a web; so be nice to her, and she'll be very nice to you.

He realized Aera would then be all alone on the stage, and since the room had now significantly emptied, she may no longer need to stay up on stage. He also wanted to get her somewhat closer to him, just in case. When surrounded by potential enemies, he needed to keep his allies within reach. He remembered the drink he ordered, which was still on the bar. Perfect. He looked over towards Aera, and tilted his head over towards the bar.
Avia dear, could you grab my drink, and something for our friend here as well?

He turned back towards PantheonMan.
Would you like her to bring you a drink as well? I can tell you like a more casual atmosphere for business, haha.

Aera nodded and smiled as she gently stepped off the stage, adjusting her hair and dress as she made her way towards the bar. She saw the single martini glass on the bar, and held it gently, waiting for PantheonMan's reaction. She would retrieve his drink as well if he ordered anything, otherwise she would have returned to Mach's side, and handed him his drink.

He was hoping for at least a minute or so to collect his thoughts, but PantheonMan very quickly started to get down to business, inquiring about the territory in question. However, Mach had a plan, and tried to word his response as 'Lucky-esque' as he could. He turned his head over to PantheonMan and grinned.
I could explain it to you, but really... I've just had so much damn fun here, it's slipped my mind. Besides, wouldn't you rather hear it come the the lovely lips of my beautiful wife? Her voice is much easier on the ears, as she is on the eyes, heheh.

He knew Escort was still at least somewhat focused, it seemed her entire act of focusing on him was to keep herself from being distracted by Sylk and Aera. His plan seemed solid, but he could only hope it would work out.




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Vector felt her warm hand on his somewhat cold, metal fingers as he rubbed her shoulder. He nodded slowly as he stepped behind her, rubbing her other shoulder as well. He was attempting to show some sort of affection, especially since Muse seemed to be amused by it.
I believe a talented and dignified Navi such as yourself deserves such effort.

He paused as she mentioned Lucky and Mrs. Lucky in the form of a rather foreboding warning. He was about to speak, but he then realized Muse must have known already known about Lucky master, since Mrs. Lucky wasn't there when he and Machman first met Muse. He became more alert, and his eye started to tighten.
Why do you say that, Miss Muse? Is there something I should know?
Oh god, what did i get myself into now... Well... I suppose it could be worse. It'd help the mission and I'm getting paid... Sylk sighed mentally, while trying to smile towards Pantheon at his proposal.

Well, Lucky doesn't seem to mind so it should be fine~ However, do allow my to get dressed first. Standards and all, you know~ She replied to the toga'd man, as she slowly stepped over her dress, slowly pulling it back up over her tanned flesh. She only had one thought, aside from the urge to cover herself up once more. Thanks Mach... I'm going to make sure you owe me for this~ She brooded as she tied the threads behind the back of her next to keep the dress from falling. Since it was there anyways, the spider decided it was best to collect her "rewards" for the job she had done. As far as she was concerned she had earned every zenny. Once everything was collected, she fixed her hair with a smile and made her way off the stage, strutting her stuff as she did.

As she approached the group, she shot a somewhat annoyed look at Mach before before turning her attention to Pantheon. She ran a gloved hand along his arm as she approached him, giving him the once over with a lick of her lips following shortly after. They call me widow. It's a pleasure to meet you~ She whispered to his seductively as she motioned to his front. Her hand trailed along his arm, over to his chest and ever so slowly made its way up until her hand was resting on his cheek as she positioned herself in his lap. It's nice to see such a strong man with good taste~ She spoke softly, trying to entice him as she gently flicked with her hips against him. It wasn't the most comfortable of things, she found out fairly quickly. She just tried to shrug it off for the missions sake.

Her backside sways back and forth against the navi, as she tried to find a more comfortable method to do this, though she assumed he would enjoy her moving about his crotch quite nicely with her well formed derriere and thin clothing. She shot a glance over in Escort's direction, trying to see how she was doing it while trying to to be obvious in her curiosity. How does it feel~? She teased as she tried to put her hips unto it a bit more, yet not grinding too hard against pantheon. Needless to say she found this much more embarrassing than the dancing.

Sylk began to think that the saying "you can look, but don't touch" would become a motto of hers in the future. Unless she was doing the touching, anyways. She tried to keep pantheon more in the mood as she used her fingers to caress the exposed flesh of his upper body with her silky smooth gloved fingers, as she continued to massage his lower body with her own. She only hoped this was good enough. Maybe she would even get another tip if it was an exceptional job. it was the only thought that was really keeping her motivated at this point.
Muse smiled at Vector's affectionate behavior, but realized that he was understandably disturbed by what she'd said about the Bloodhounds. "The Bloodhounds faction contains many expressionless fighters, but it also contains some men and women of great passion. These passionate people, however, are also prone to violence,"[font=monotype corsiva][/font] she admitted, looking sadly at her harp as she slowly strummed her fingers across its strings.

"Passionate people are my passion, so to speak. I know that what the Bloodhounds do is often wrong, but I can't foresake them. Even still, however, I must tell you that being around them is not safe. If the one you care for is not wary or offends them, he or she should be prepared for passions to flare,"[font=monotype corsiva][/font] she advised him.

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Sylk might not be enjoying herself, but Escort had to admit to herself that she was stimulating her own body in the process of trying to please her pretend-husband. She bit her lip and tried to maintain a composed expression. Mach was doing a good job of keeping up his act, however, and so she tried to calm herself and stay professional as well.

The group of remaining Heelnavis clapped in appreciation as Sylk and Aera left the stage, a rare show of good faith from the shady looking characters. PantheonMan was pleased as Sylk collected her money and came over to meet him. He clapped his hands down twice on his lap in anticipation of her service, then opened his arms wide. "This one's delicate? That's surprising! She looks so healthy,"[font=andalus][/font] he mused, stroking his chin gently as he let her take up her position. "Your wife's not so delicate though, is she? I can see her muscle structure pretty well, just looking at her arms and back. She'd do pretty well even in Hell's Desperation, I imagine."[font=andalus][/font]

Escort was inwardly upset that he seemed so observant, but kept up all the same. PantheonMan indicated that he would indeed like a drink, winking back at MachMan's SP as he did. "The dress goes back on, hm?"[font=andalus][/font] he asked, smiling charismatically towards "Widow" as she settled down. "It's a shame, I was enchanted by that tattoo on your lovely lower back."[font=andalus][/font]

Escort gave Sylk a covert smile, begging for her to accept the situation and try her best. She realized at this point that the more they could distract PantheonMan, the better off they'd be; as such she tried to show Sylk the most proper method she could (she figured this was the proper method, because she was somewhat embarrassed to admit to herself that the was becoming heated doing it). She lined the contour of her buttocks up well with MachMan's groin and continued rubbing, placing both hands on her knees as MachMan moved his own from underneath hers.

Grinning, PantheonMan reclined in his chair and enjoyed the feel of Sylk's body. "Mmm... This is a great feeling,"[font=andalus][/font] he sighed in response to the pretend-mistress' question. His hands twitched; he was resisting the urge to grab Sylk's buttocks and become more involved in the process. He looked down to her fingers and smiled gently, but his eyes seemed to flash, as if he'd just realized something. "I just realized... your name, your tattoo... the somewhat awkward nature with which you use your arms... you're used to having more arms, aren't you?"[font=andalus][/font]

Escort tried to keep her expression hidden, but she was fairly worried that PantheonMan had discovered something. "Your real form... I'd like to see it. I'm certain it's beautiful,"[font=andalus][/font] he flattered the pretend-mistress, tilting his head and raising one thick eyebrow curiously. It was pretty clear to her, just by the tension poking at her rear, that he was pretty into the routine.

In fact, he was so into it that be barely seemed to be paying attention to MachMan's answer at all. "Oh? Your wife wants to tell me? I guess that's fine,"[font=andalus][/font] he responded finally, taking the drink from Aera as she approached.

Escort closed her eyes and tried to clear her red face; she'd gotten too in to grinding at this point and needed to calm down if she was going to speak comfortably. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Hubbie. Anyways, the clear answer is that we cannot have you expanding into that particular territory, PantheonMan," she answered firmly, keeping up her character.

PantheonMan's smile didn't fade, but his eyebrows did knit. "Why is that, exactly?"[font=andalus][/font] he asked, wrapping one thick hand around Sylk's waist possessively and unconsciously as she continued moving.

"Because we plan to use it. It's very simple," she sighed haughtily. "That area may be undeveloped now, but we plan to have it used for a series of campgrounds in the future. Those campgrounds will be rented out for private use. I could explain more, but it would probably bore you. Suffice to say, it's a very important asset to us that we are relying on to yield a great return on investment..."

As Escort rambled on, slight pauses invaded her speech each time her butt reached the height of its path. PantheonMan seemed only vaguely interested in the response and instead raised his eyebrows at Lucky, then looked down at his wife's back. With a playful expression, he clicked his teeth and made a show of biting, seeming to indicate that he should bite his wife's zipper.

((Btw, I'll tabulate the zenny everyone got later along with the FXP and so forth))
Mach couldn't help but feel guilty for what Sylk was being forced to do, even though there really wasn't much he could do. He was also rather impressed with PantheonMan's observational skills, since he seemed to know Sylk wasn't in her default form. Escort continued to grind against him as Aera brought both PantheonMan and him their drinks. Mach smiled at Aera, and gestured towards the seat next to him.
Have a seat, baby.

Aera frowned as she walked past the chair, and back behind him.
What, and have me sit there all by myself while your wife hogs you all for herself? I want some of you too, Lucky~

She started running her hands down his shoulders to his chest as she leaned over, then started to rub his shoulders. Mach at first wasn't sure what she was doing, but it guessed the reason behind it was to not only keep up the character, but to also possibly prevent herself from being delegated to "entertain" one of the miscellaneous mafia goons in the room.

Mach chuckled as Escort started to explain. Mach tried to soak in all the information he could, while looking like he honestly didn't care. However, he definitely noticed PantheonMan wrap one of his hands around Sylk's waist. He didn't react, but inside he was already contemplating possible combat strategies. However, there wasn't anything he could see that didn't result in total annihilation of not only himself, but also his allies. He felt helpless, and cursed his weakness as a result. He felt if he was stronger, he wouldn't have to just stand by while some Mafia Navi put his hands on his friend, one that he failed to protect the last time they met.

It also appeared PantheonMan wasn't paying much attention either, and was apparently trying to coax Lucky into unzipping his wife's dress with his teeth. It seemed unsurprising to see a Mafia Navi having a lecherous mind, and from his previous comments, he had the sufficient "programming" to gain physical pleasure from what was going on. Mach, on the other hand, did not. He continued to wonder if all if this was actually worth it as he feigned a smile, and moved his face towards Escort's back. Mach's mask was made of cloth, allowing him to move his jaw, and bit down on the zipper of her dress, before he slowly started to pull it down.

Every inch he went, he kept repeating "I'm sorry" in his head. Though Escort seemed to be getting "stimulated" by the situation, he doubted this was something she wanted to do, especially while she's trying to discuss territorial issues with a NM Navi while surrounded by goons.




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Vector slowly took his hands off Muse's shoulders as she explained how the Mafia presence here is from something called the "Bloodhound Family," and it sounded like they were a very volatile group, especially when provoked. Vector desperately wanted to charge out of the room to check up on Mach, Aera, Sylk, and Escort, and rush to their aid. However, he was in a room with a former combat Navi for the mafia. Though she seemed to be a kind, gentle Navi, he couldn't risk the chance of doing something to have her turn on him, and possibly blow his cover.
I'm torn, Miss Muse... though I should warn my master, I can't help but feel someone closer to me needs my help as well...

Vector tried to find the right words, his eye twitching from side to side. He couldn't help it, but he felt this urge to try and "save" her. He kept picturing her as a damsel in distress, caged by the Mafia.
Miss... there are many other passionate people out there, who aren't involved in such things as Mafia affairs, people who would appreciate you, and wouldn't cage you in the room of a casino...

Vector looked around the room as he mentioned it, before he looked back down at Muse. He wasn't really sure of what he was doing, but it just felt like something he needed to do.
Mentally Sylk was starting to panic as Pantheon not only began to pry at her secret, but also apply his hand to her body. She certainly wasn't thrilled by the feeling of something poking her posterior either. This was a situation she had never had to deal with before, too many things going on she had never experienced, it was all getting a bit to much to handle. Due to the situation, the panic and the confusion it was turning out to be a very poor example of how males acted. Thinking back on it, Mach seemed to have been the only one that didn't pick a fight or do something questionable, and she started to wonder if he was just the odd man out.

Sylk tried to swallow her pride for now with the mission being the most important task at hand. The last thing she needed was for this to all be a waste of time. Oh? It's not nice to pry at a girls secrets you know. I quite like this form after all~ She placed a hand upon pantheons, as she pressed down a little harder with her backside as she tried to persuade him to ignore it. I tend not to show that form to someone I just met, it's a bit of a personal rule. It's always nice to have a surprise the second time around, isn't it? She teased, hoping he would just drop the subject all together.

Sylk couldn't help but think this could work to her advantage of course as far as winning the agreement was concerned. and you know... If Lucky's happy, there will definitely be more of these meetings~ You wouldn't want to miss out on more of this, would you? She whispered to the man, pressing down upon him once more as she tried to gain his favor. Hopefully she would never have to deal with him again, but he wouldn't know that. She could only hope this was enough to entice the man into agreeing with the terms escort was trying to lay out. Sylk of course was too distracted with her own plans that she didn't see just what mach was doing to the poor NS representative.

She just continued to try and "impress" pantheon, and take one for the team. The rest of the group would have to put up with her mood later as punishment.
"Hmhm... what a turn of events! Who has ever heard of a man advising his own muse?"[font=monotype corsiva][/font] Muse giggled jovially. "I know it seems like a coarse life, but I assure you my freedom is not something PantheonMan has purposely taken from me. I am spellbound by my associates; they live in a wayward but passionate way that lends itself greatly to the services and support I can provide. I think that by staying here I serve to inspire and enlighten them."[font=monotype corsiva][/font]

"It's a complex situation. Even if it seems sad, though, I am certain good will come of it. Please trust me as your adviser,"[font=monotype corsiva][/font] she begged him once again, giving another pleasant smile. "I'd urge you to return to those with whom you belong."[font=monotype corsiva][/font]

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PantheonMan's yellow eyes shined as he tilted his head and rested it on his free hand, which balled into a loose fist. "No can do? I guess I'm just not as lucky as he is,"[font=andalus][/font] he sighed, shrugging lazily. He'd thought she was backing off somewhat, but Sylk surprised him by increasing the intensity of her movements. Enjoying the pressure, he closed his eyes and smiled in contemplation while keeping a firm grasp on one hip. "Certainly, who could consent to that? However, if Lucky isn't happy now, I can't imagine what could make him so, ahah..."[font=andalus][/font] She could feel the effect she was having on him rather clearly now.

The mafioso was pleased to see Lucky Master follow up on his suggestion, grinning as he went for his wife's dress. Escort stopped in her narration suddenly, clearly from shock, but fixed the situation with a promiscuous laugh. "You really are a gambler, aren't you? Just enough is never enough for a person like you," she muttered, bringing up her back as the top fell away from her body. He could now fully see the elegant curves of her tight body, although only from that view.

"Lucky, your mistress seems to be trying to bribe me over here! While I appreciate the sentiment, there's no need for that, is there?"[font=andalus][/font] PantheonMan laughed, sinking into his seat as he enjoyed the feeling of Sylk's body. "Our business is concluded now, I'd say. If you don't want me expanding into that territory, I won't expand. You know we value your patronage more than any silly webspace,"[font=andalus][/font] he chuckled. "I wouldn't mind buying one of these mistresses off of you, though... but it seems that's impossible as well."[font=andalus][/font]

Escort's mood brightened as it became apparent that their mission was a success. She acted suprisingly next, turning to face MachMan and staring seductively into his eyes. Her upper body was covered only by her pearl necklace and hanging white, feathered boa, giving her convenient coverage on each of her extremely large breasts. With the dress hanging around her waist, he received ample view of her waistline; her abdomen was so toned that her abs, glistening with sweat from her routine, shone in the dim light of the club. She leaned one leg forward into his seat and placed her lower body again down upon his groin while grabbing his tie with one hand. The other hand traced his thigh, trying to pour on as much stimulation as possible.

"Why don't we finish this in our car, hm? Away from the gambling and the other mistresses and the business. Just you and me~" she asked, keeping her sparkling eyes locked on his with an uncharacteristically mischievous smile. It was pretty apparent that she was trying to look turned on sufficiently to want to go out to their car and get into dirty business immediately.

"Ha ha ha! When the mood is right, it's right. I don't mind if you want to leave,"[font=andalus][/font] PantheonMan chuckled, taking a swig from his drink with his free hand. "Be sure to bring this one again when we next meet, alright?"[font=andalus][/font] he requested, casting one eye down upon Sylk's lower back tattoo. His expression was composed, but Sylk could easily be amazed at the pressure she was feeling at her buttocks now.

"Carry me to the car, Darling. I want you so bad I can hardly stand it," Escort whispered into MachMan's ear, leaning forward on his lap. Her face was red and her eyes sparkling, both in ways highly suggesting that what she was saying was true. Her labored breath caused her amazing abdomen to rise and fall impressively, along with her cleavage. Was it all acting? If it was, it was pretty impeccable. She was very careful to keep her eyes on Mach's, partially because she felt so embarrassed to think of how his lady friends might take all of this.
Vector moved in front of Muse as she spoke, and seemed to look a bit happier. She urged him to go back to his group, and he felt it was the right time to duck out and regroup. He put both of his hands on Muse’s playing hand, holding her soft hand as gently as he could.
I’ll follow your advice, and head back to my master. I wish you the best of luck, and I hope you find happiness in all you do. Farewell, Miss Muse.

As he slowly slid his hands away, he deposited a small, diamond-shaped sliver of his armor into her hand. The metal plate was dark blue with silver trim, just like the rest of his default armor. He bowed his head respectfully before he made his way out the door, and towards the entrance to the Vanities.


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Machman wasn't expecting so little resistance from the imposing PantheonMan, especially with how important the mission seemed to be. However, he made a valid point, since webspace isn't exactly highly contested, especially when new areas can be simply created. Sometimes allies are more important than any amount of territory.

Escort seemed to react to the news fairly well, and even better to how Mach had previously unzipped her dress. When she turned around, he saw just how much he had disrobed his ally, the only adornments covering her were the boa and the necklace. She wrapped her hand round his tie and pulled him forward as she stroked his thigh, straddling him. Aera was slightly pulled away from Mach as he was pulled up towards Escort, and she was blushing almost as badly as Escort, just because of how... naked she was. She almost felt out of place, since she was the only female that wasn't at least partially disrobed.

Mach chuckled as Escort expressed her want to be alone, and Aera was reminded of her role, and made a frown while muttering "greedy..." under her breath. PantheonMan of course commented on this, and Mach glanced over towards him for a moment before looking back at his "wife."
Work, work, work, heheheh. This would be a good time to conclude our meeting, since I have other "business" to attend to.

She leaned forward even further, and whispered a very lust-tinged message into his ear. Mach was rather impressed by her acting skills, but then he started to wonder, "Is... this for real?" He couldn't let this distract him, especially when they are so close to success. He grabbed a hold of her legs and swung her to the side slowly before he reached around her and cradled her in his arms as he began to stand. His tie lay over her bare abdomen, and he held her in such a way that her face was just a few inches from his own. He smiled at PantheonMan as he made a pun, replacing the word "duty."
Welp, booty calls.

Mach laughed as he glanced over at his two mistresses and addressed them before looking back at PantheonMan.
Though I know you two had fun, it's time to go. Thanks for having us, PantheonMan. I have to admit, this is easily the best place I've been to conduct business, haha! I'll be hard pressed not to hold other meetings here as well. I'll be sure to bring Widow along as well.

Mach winked as he passed by PantheonMan, with Aera (and hopefully Sylk) following close behind. As he left the area, Escort still in his arms, Vector caught sight of them. His eye went wide before he quickened his pace towards them. However, the smile on Mach's face seemed to calm him down. He got up next to Mach before speaking.
Sir, is everything alright?
Haha, yeah! Everything is fine, my wife just has a bad case of "Lucky Fever," and I'm gonna treat her in the limo. How was Muse! You missed the meeting, she must have been pretty fun right?

Vector lowered his head a bit, trying to contain his joy that the meeting went through without a hitch.
It was... and enlightening experience, sir.

Mach threw his head back and laughed as they started to walk out of the casino, where hopefully the limos were there waiting for them.
Haaahahaha! I told you it would be fun! You owe me one, my friend!
Sylk was stunned as she caught a glimpse of what mach had just done to escort, and event more surprised that she went along with it. Maybe this deal was just that important that she would go to any lengths. Still, Sylk hadn't exactly expected Mach to go along with such a notion. It got her to wondering if all men would at like this at somer point or another. Her thoughts change direction almost immediately once she had heard pantheon speak up, however.

I did this for nothing?! Ugh... Well, I scored some zenny, so its not a total loss. Time to abscond. Annoyed at the fact her persuasion had been all but useless, aside from giving pantheon more to work with. Judging by the feeling upon her rear, he was enjoying it way too much as it was.

Looks like our time was cut short. I can't leave them to have fun without me, after all. Sylk uttered to pantheon as she slowly raised herself back to her feet. She was a little impressed with his size, but that wasn't enough to make her feel any different about the ordeal. While she enjoys having fun, it felt like she wasn't in control at all during this. She disliked that feeling more than anything else.

I'm sure our paths will cross again. She teased, winking then waving as she turned away and followed Mach and the group. She smiled as she noticed vector catching up. He seemed perfectly fine so she was glad she hadn't worried too much. She had faith he could handle his own for a while, at least. As they left the casino a wave of relief over came her as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Sylk was anxious to get back to her normal self, and couldn't wait to get out of here to do so. While she did enjoy this new look of hers, it just didn't feel natural. Of course the events which had just transpired may have also been a reason, she missed her body. Let's get going, shall we?
PantheonMan laughed the others off, waving lazily with one hand and resting his chin upon his other fist. His scar-crossed eyebrow raised as he watched Lucky and his group leave. He didn't change his facing, but he spoke to one of the gold-bodied navis nearby."Odd mistress, isn't she? She's as faithful as a wife... no violent reaction, no arousal... there's more than just a few extra limbs missing from this picture,"[font=andalus][/font] he chuckled, smiling playfully as his thick lips cupped the rim of his pitcher. "I'm a bit of an expert on women and I can tell when they're being stubbornly faithful... It really does make me want to break them."[font=andalus][/font]

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Escort pressed her head up snugly to MachMan's shoulder as he carried her out of the casino. To his surprise, she was uncomfortably heavy; all of that tightly packed muscle evidently came at a price. "Ho ho! The night ends off with a bang, so to speak," Achilles chortled as the two walked by, clapping MachMan on the shoulder. "Lucky to the end, you bastard!"

Vector rejoined the group and they promptly exited the casino.

Escort discreetly brought out another limousine without making any accompanying motions. Even though it was without a driver, it would serve the purpose. "Our bodyguard will drive you folks home. Don't wait up on us," Escort cooed, waving goodbye to the Vector and the girls. She didn't give MachMan much of an option, opening the door since his hands were occupied and then wriggling out of his arms and into the leather seat, keeping one leg up provocatively. She pressed one arm across her breasts, which were still mostly exposed, and beckoned to him with the other finger.

Not having much of an option, he had to enter. She closed the door behind him, then exhaled extremely heavily. "I'm impressed, MachMan... Very impressed that you made it through all of that. Your acting was perfect," she sighed, fixing up her dress as quickly as she could. "I hope I didn't trouble you too much with all of that; we just had a lot to gain from such distracting in-character acting."

Her body was still very attractive as she breathed heavily and reclined across the black, leather seating with MachMan. She let out an uncharacteristic, real, and exasperated laugh, then trailed off and threw her head back into the seat. She clasped both hands over her face and continued laughing. "If any of the other girls ask about this, or especially the soldiers, please make something up."

Sitting back up, she rested one hand at her neck, as if to straighten her tie, but instead felt her pearl necklace. With another smile, she shrugged and dropped her arms. "Sorry for going on like that. Well, what do you say we go ahead and jack out? I'll e-mail you with the location of a Neo-Shogun headquarters that you can visit for supplies and new briefings in the future."

((Aera picked up 1800 zenny tip
Sylk picked up 3500 zenny tip

--FXP--
Mach/Sylk: 19
Mach/Escort: 16
Sylk/Escort: 10

E-mail will be sent once you leave the mission))
Sylk smiled with the whole thing finally over. She didn't really get a chance to say goodbye to mach as escort made off with him, leaving her alone with Aera and vector to fend for themselves. She thought about sticking around for a bit, but after everything that had happened she was pretty tired. She never knew pole dancing was so much work.

I guess I'll be heading off as well. I could use some rest. Still, it was great to see you all again~ She chimed to her friends, crossing her hands across her waist as she looked around for nothing in particular. If you're ever free, please send me a message. The four of us need to meet up more often, don't you think? Heehee~

With a sigh of relief, she turned to face the two SPs. Sylk gave them a wave, as a blue light enveloped her body, slowly fading away from sight. Take care now~

[[Jack out]]