Riddick continued coming every night. It just kept getting better. Kyra still didn't talk, not until they were falling asleep. Riddick was almost certain that most hookers didn't put this much into their clients, and he wondered what she would do when he moved on to another planet.
Currently he was just walking around the city, giving Kyra time to rest. He wore her out, he could tell, but she never complained. When he got up to leave in the mornings , she would pout a little, then roll onto her stomach and fall back asleep. Riddick always covered her up, tucking it in tight. The room was cold, and without his added body heat in the bed, she would sometimes begin shivering. He also began bringing her food. Meats, fruits and vegatables... richer foods than she was sure to get there, food that would help her keep her energy up. What good was she tired? With his other brothel girls it hadn't mattered if she was tired or not, but with Kyra it did. She responded to him, she met him half way. She had sex with him, not just let him have sex with her. It made him insatiable. He'd never wanted to spend a second night with a hooker before, but with her he had no problem spending a month.
He continued walking around, watching people interact with one another. He watched people shopping and he glanced into some of the shops. On a whim, he entered a lingerie store on the corner. So far Kyra had greeted him in the same boxers and white wife-beater for the past two weeks. He was definitely ready for a change.
Riddick took his time looking around the store, carefully feeling of the different fabrics and examining the different cuts. He chose two different ones then took them to the counter.
"Excuse me ma'am, if I were buying this for a blonde...which color should I choose? I'm color blind and can't distinguish." The sales assistant smiled. No man was ever this thoughtful.. color blind or not, they'd just pick which ever was cheaper. She studied them both carefully.
"The green sir...the one in your right hand...I would go with that one, twas I you." Riddick nodded and laid it on the counter, handing over his credit chip.
Riddick walked into the brothel and left the package at the front desk, with strict instructions for Kyra to be wearing it when he arrived.
Riddick left, going back to his ship and showering. He hated going to see Kyra when he had been walking around all day. He was glad this certain job had to wait, he was able to be more relaxed, simply waiting for his "client" to become available. As soon as he did his job, he'd have to leave the planet...and it would be a couple of months before he could come back.
Riddick stopped himself. He stopped walking. Come back? When had he suddenly decided to come back? He never went to the same planet if he could help it. That's one reason he hardly ever got caught, the mercs never knew where he was. But... suddenly he realized he had no choice...he would be coming back.
Riddick started walking again, heading onto his ship. He stripped and headed into the shower, letting it hit him full in the face.