Djeeta failed to realize what was in store for her when she accepted the fallen angel into the crew of the Grancypher. Every crew member so far had been friendly and obedient under her leadership, following her every beck and call as they traversed the skies. This time, however, was different. Any and all incidents between crew members had always been under her control. This time was different.
"Welcome aboard, Belial!" she said gleefully, stretching out her hand to shake the hand of her newest crew member. "Nice to have you!"
"I will be under your loving guidance, dear captain," replied Belial slowly, his voice dripping with masculine allure. He bent down on one knee and took his captain's outstretched hand and kissed the back of her gauntlet.
The other crew members gasped in shock. This brazen attitude was not the kind of impression a new recruit should have. Djeeta herself was outwardly unfazed by this action but deep down, she felt something stir within, something terrible. She was unsure of what it was - perhaps some kind of primal disgust even though a layer of metal was separating her hand from his lips. If not for the cost of having to buy new gauntlets, she would have burned them on the spot or thrown them overboard into the clouds below. Not wanting to spoil everyone's image of their beloved captain, she merely winced as she pulled out her hand from his grasp.
She watched as he gracefully stood up. She could not help but look at his well-sculpted form, just barely covered with his gaudy feather-adorned coat, fastened by a single button across his otherwise fully exposed abdomen. She was vexed by her inability to avert her eyes. She was able to move her gaze but only to traverse them down from his shoulders, down to his pectorals, down to the gold chains that wrapped around his waist, and further down still...
"What am I doing?" she asked herself, finally snapping out of her daze. She realized she was already looking down at the airship's deck. She shook her head and looked back at Belial's face smiling back at him. She grimaced as though having eaten a sour plum whole and looked to the side, breaking eye contact.
"Ehh... riiight" she replied feebly, feigning her composure. "Just don't do that again, okay?" He merely smirked in reply.
She didn't want to regret her decision in accepting him to the crew. She wanted to see the potential in every new member of her crew, be it Human, Draph, Erune, or anyone and so far, it had always paid off. This, however, might be the first time she would get more than what she had bargained for.