Father of Titans
Flipping on the light. I walked over to the woman that was tied down to the chair. Her body was quite beautiful for a woman. She was not too small or too petite to be considered nasty, nor was she too large to be called fat. She would be in some men's eyes as the perfect woman to fornicate with. However, I did not since I have seen better. Once you have seen a Diathim in person, only a Diathim will be the beautiful person you met. Everything else seems to fade as though your eyes have been opened to the real world.
The surrounding area that we were in was closed in. It was rather large, and smelled of burning metal. I would rather her smell that, than the real place that we were in. Her blonde hair looked a little ragged from the small instance we had on Nar Shaddaa. Despite this, she still retained much of her beauty. She however, was exposed to the elements. The only thing covering her were the straps to the chair, and a single shirt to keep her somewhat warm. She wouldn't have a problem about warmth from where we were at.
As well, I needed to still inspect her. See how her organs worked, as well to tell what species she was. There were so many kinds of "humans" and "near-humans" that it was hard to tell them apart. Standing there in a set of simple jeans, Steeltoed boots, and a tank top, I brought my hand to her face. Smacking her to shake her out of the daze she was in from the drugs I had given her. Just a low sedative, and a little bit of a numbing agent so she wouldn't scream so loudly when I started my work.
"Come on pretty girl. Wake your ass up."
[member="Ariella"]
The surrounding area that we were in was closed in. It was rather large, and smelled of burning metal. I would rather her smell that, than the real place that we were in. Her blonde hair looked a little ragged from the small instance we had on Nar Shaddaa. Despite this, she still retained much of her beauty. She however, was exposed to the elements. The only thing covering her were the straps to the chair, and a single shirt to keep her somewhat warm. She wouldn't have a problem about warmth from where we were at.
As well, I needed to still inspect her. See how her organs worked, as well to tell what species she was. There were so many kinds of "humans" and "near-humans" that it was hard to tell them apart. Standing there in a set of simple jeans, Steeltoed boots, and a tank top, I brought my hand to her face. Smacking her to shake her out of the daze she was in from the drugs I had given her. Just a low sedative, and a little bit of a numbing agent so she wouldn't scream so loudly when I started my work.
"Come on pretty girl. Wake your ass up."
[member="Ariella"]