Intuition
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"Eh boss we've got a live one flyin low round the markets, ears to the ground for ya. Tall Asian and he's carryin." A scruffy attractive man hollered into an instrument panel's intercom.
In another room a red haired woman finished tying up her impressive hair, nodding her head in acknowledgment before she replied. "That's fine Damon, it's about time I sent them a message again. I've a feeling a few invitations will be accepted soon so I want you to clean up while I'm gone."
The man whose facial hair made him look older than his youthful twenty years allowed a groan to escape. "Ah come on you can't leave me here! I barely get out anymore and you owe me some vacation time."
"Right, fine then. Tell Aaron he's in charge for the time being. I'll need the Ducati, my twin hooks and you need to bring some magnets, they have a technomorph."
All of this was said while the woman slipped out of her bath towel and donned a simple bandeau, sable trousers and leather jacket. Damon was making lewd suggestions about riding him as she slipped out the door making her way down the palace's corridor.
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Color: Sable
