Vera's eyes shifted cautiously from side to side, feeling real fucking stupid in trying to act stealthy when her sociopathic admirer was a master spy. It was almost an insult, given her covert-ops was about as subtle as Boone's snoring.
Deeming it safe enough, she quickly pulled the battered cigarette from her robes and perched it between her lips.
Lighting it was almost as stressful as the action of smoking in a Legion camp, which was already pretty God damn stressful, given that these boys were about as enthusiastic about drug use as they were about women's suffrage.
Finally it was lit, the acrid smoke engulfing her starved senses wholly and eliciting a grateful sigh. This whole damn Fort has had her on edge as of late and her bum shoulder and bite-wound weren't exactly making her cheery.
The sex had been a relief, even if it hurt to walk afterwards, the release had been worth the fist fight with Vulpes Inculta. He sure was stronger then he looked, Vera would give him that.
Though as she stood there in the cooled air, staring out at Lake Mead's iridescent shine in the pale summer night, she didn't feel as pissed off as she should.
Sure, she felt pretty homesick, and it wasn't exactly a kicker knowing that her shoulder was pretty fucked up after the abuse she'd received, but she somehow felt rather docile.
It was probably the cigarette.
She took a thoughtful drag as she mulled over the outcome of her simply crawling into Vulpes' bed that night and sleeping peacefully. The body heat would be nice, though she couldn't say that her nights had been that bad lately.
Vera had received an upgrade from being chained to the bed to being chained to the table with a makeshift mat for a bed. At least she could lie down with that set up.
"Ma'am?"
Vera coughed and spluttered from the smoke and spit that suddenly suffocated her, courtesy of her sharp inhale, jumping away rather pathetically from the small voice at her side.
A quick observation revealed the intruder to be one of the servers who helped at mealtimes. However, Vera could never remember these fancy Latin names too well.
"Uh, yes?" The attempt to discreetly snuff the cigarette beneath her heel was very obviously noticed by the young girl, she didn't call Vera on it however, simply casting her eyes away as most slaves did.
"Vulpes requests your presence at his tent." She answered, then hiding a small, broken smile with a bowed head. "And demands that you stop smoking, he can smell it from across the Fort."
Vera knew she shouldn't take her irritation out on the girl, so she did the best she could to nod without a sneer. As the girl retreated Vera attempted to shake the smoke smell from her hair and clothes, but of course that wouldn't work, if he could smell it across the Fort…
It wasn't a long walk back to their shared tent, so when she arrived shortly after she was slightly stunned by the smells that engulfed her.
Was that… Brahmin steak?
Hands were on her before she could even begin to think of trickery, the body no doubt attached to those hands pressing tight to her figure from behind.
