"Um...okay..." Sylvia would co-operate, perhaps she may get something out of this. "And maybe sometime, we could..." She was grinning, but she stopped herself- saying more might get this beautiful woman angry at her.
Having a Good Time (open)
(talking to Syren there...)
"Yeah. Too perfect. Keep a sharp eye out. I don't trust it either and my hackles are raised." Syren's way of saying that there was a strong, nagging feeling that something would be getting in their way very soon.
She in the lead, the dancer centered, and Octavian taking up the rear, the three made their way from the club and out into the darkened backalley. Sure, it most likely would be riddled with those of the drugged-out unsavory sort, but those could be dealt with easily. It's the others she wishes to avoid, if at all possible. The less attention that could be drawn to them, the better.
Syren remained expressionless as Sylvia flashed her a flirty smile and eluded to an interlude betwixt them. Then the right corner of her mouth twitched as she was becoming even more annoyed by the barely-dressed woman.
"And maybe sometime, we could..."
"... see how long it takes for your body to explode when jettisoned from the ship?" A dangerously devious smile began to curl the Dark Mistresses ruby red pouty lips as she glanced over her shoulder to Sylvia, staring her down through unnervingly dark eyes.
A slight smirk was granted to Octavian. Sure, he probably found this encounter to be quite amusing. After all, the majority of men in the universe would give their left nut to see two women going at it.
From the backalley, they made their way swiftly and silently through the connecting alley's until finally reaching the expanse of an open field. They'd be taking the backdoor approach to the spaceport. Authorities might find it just a tad bit suspicious to see a stripper flanked by the two dark siders.
She in the lead, the dancer centered, and Octavian taking up the rear, the three made their way from the club and out into the darkened backalley. Sure, it most likely would be riddled with those of the drugged-out unsavory sort, but those could be dealt with easily. It's the others she wishes to avoid, if at all possible. The less attention that could be drawn to them, the better.
Syren remained expressionless as Sylvia flashed her a flirty smile and eluded to an interlude betwixt them. Then the right corner of her mouth twitched as she was becoming even more annoyed by the barely-dressed woman.
"And maybe sometime, we could..."
"... see how long it takes for your body to explode when jettisoned from the ship?" A dangerously devious smile began to curl the Dark Mistresses ruby red pouty lips as she glanced over her shoulder to Sylvia, staring her down through unnervingly dark eyes.
A slight smirk was granted to Octavian. Sure, he probably found this encounter to be quite amusing. After all, the majority of men in the universe would give their left nut to see two women going at it.
From the backalley, they made their way swiftly and silently through the connecting alley's until finally reaching the expanse of an open field. They'd be taking the backdoor approach to the spaceport. Authorities might find it just a tad bit suspicious to see a stripper flanked by the two dark siders.