Sinister Seventh Sister
Tap, tap, tap, the sounds of The Seventh Sister's clawed gloves tapping on her helmet. She was staring into Ezra's soul, smirking sadistically. The female inquisitor leans in towards Ezra until they are staring right into each other eyes, her black and yellow pupiled eyes struck Ezra like lightning. "You'd better start telling me where Ashoka is, unless you need some unconventional interrogation" the female inquisitor. Uneasy at the lack of distance between their faces and the look in her eyes, Ezra start darting his eyes around avoiding eye contact however he could. He couldn't help but notice her scent, it was unlike he had ever smelled before. It wasn't anything cliché like a garden of flowers or a fruit, it was like she had extracted the very essence of seduction, domination, and passion into a perfume. As he tried to make sense of her unusual smell her started huffing and puffing inhaling more and more into his nostrils. While he was making sense of this fragrant situation the female inquisitor noticed his involuntary curios journey his nostrils had been going on. The female inquisitor had guessed the something of his should have reacted by now… "Oh how I wonder what I will see when I avert my eyes down below your abdomen?" the female inquisitor whispered with a slight chuckle. Ezra's eyes flashed into fixation with her eyes, his eyes showed concern. The female inquisitor started to tilt her head down still smirking, Ezra closed his eyes and bit his lips, his body tensed up noticeably. "Well what do we have here?" the female inquisitor chuckled. The female inquisitor took a good look at Ezra, averting her eyes to his lips swiftly going for a kiss. Ezra jolted back opening his eyes back up. His pupils were fully dilated as he stared into her eyes with surprise. She cracked a colossally sadistic, and seductive smile. She looks at his shirt button and tears the front of his shirt in one swift motion. With Ezra's already shocked state he started clenching his teeth, but not much changed in his face and body, it was like he was expecting it to keep getting more and more risqué. She started stroking her hands on his cheek, down to his chin, down the side of neck along the collar bone, along his chest, looping her finger around his belly button, and then there was a pause. She looked back into his eyes with a face that spelled her next move like an open book. Then she starts caressing his pants zipper, and tears it open. Ezra at this point is clenching his fist, teeth, muscles, eyes and whole body tensely. The spring has been released from it tension as it flings itself out of the pants opening…