M [Fallen Shrine] Clients of Unusual Means

[Glein]

Medusa Expanse - 011030:6 (Sirris II, Sanctuary System)
Obsidian City (Residential District)

Holding up the tablet that she used when doing business matters. Still lacking in a Geist, despite Drake encouraging her to get one, Soap much preferred the more tactile sensation of operating a physical device instead of some augmented or virtual displays. "Alright Drake, this client better not be a waste of my time." She muttered, confirming the address of the apartment building that the client was meeting her in. Looking at the number, she was going to be riding an elevator for more than a few floors, since she had to go up to about the 70th floor.

"Because like hell am I walking the damned stairs." She muttered, walking into the lobby and confirming the name and room, as well as that she's being expected for a luncheon. Why she was meeting the client at an apartment for a lunch meeting was beyond her, but maybe the client just liked her privacy or something?

Leaning against the side of the elevator, she glanced out the window, looking at the fairly sizable city that stood on massive prefabricated hexagonal platforms that were built upon and beyond a small island in the middle of the cove that made up the space the NDC had claimed as their capital. It was all flat skyscrapers and clean skyways and roads with no decor or embellishment since it was all built with the idea of people having a Geist and thus seeing the full augmented 'realness' of the city via it.

Once the elevator dinged on the 70th floor, she got up and walked down the halls, regularly glancing at her tablet to confirm which room she was going to. Thank the NDC bureaucracy that they at least made sure that people like her could still navigate in the city and buildings, even with less 'efficient' methods of seeing things. At the door, she did one last double check before knocking.

The door would slide open after a few moments, before a sweet feminine voice answered from deeper into the apartment. “Just in time, I’m pulling the quiche out of the oven now. Come in, and take a seat at the table Miss Brookmire.”, they called out as said appliance could be heard opening, then closing with a soft metallic thunk. The waft of fresh cooked food, aromatically drifted out the current of the open door and past Soap. Partially, there was the briefest glimpse of a mature figure near the kitchenette. The golden blonde of long hair, and the brilliant red of some sort of clothing.

Stepping into the apartment, Soap blinked as she saw the glimpse. "I, uhh, thank you." She said, reaching a hand up to tug on the loose collar of her t-shirt (no point coming in the full outfit since she wasn't taking on a job right now, just meeting someone who could bring more jobs) as she couldn't help but feel a slight rise in the room's temperature for some reason as she got that glimpse.

Focusing on finding the table in question, she settled in, and tried to figure out what to do with her hands. Usually she did meetings like this in public spaces, so she'd have her hands on the table's surface, but this was a private space... so should she put her hands in her lap? On the table? To sides? Fuck, this shit is why she preferred public meetings or semi-private ones in places like clubs or bars... So much easier to know what to do!

The quiche was still steaming, freshly baked as it sat upon a hot pad, the woman somewhere in the compact kitchen getting something. The table had already been set for two, and not casually either, but as if for dinner for two. With a few clinks and brisk stride, the woman appeared from the kitchen, recessed in a long elegant crimson dress. Setting down a pair of glasses, her curvaceous figure flaunted by the dress as she did so, “I’m Kayla Shiori if Drake hasn’t mentioned my name yet. He’s always been such a tight lipped boy, even with women.” she giggled as she took her own seat.

Soap couldn't help but blink. She'd never really thought about women in any kind of sexual light. Sure, she could appreciate a lady looking good, but damn if this woman made them seem dull in comparison! "Uhh, no, he didn't. Just that he knew you well and that you wanted to meet me in person to see if we could work together for the occasional job you offer." She said, trying to mentally keep her tails from swaying in a vigorous fashion in her excitement because she really didn't want to cause trouble for finding herself horny for the potential client!

"But beyond that, he merely mentioned that this would be a luncheon for us to get to know each other and find out if it... yeah. Already said that." Soap said, chuckling weakly since she realized she was already stumbling over her own words.

“I guess you can say I’m a fixer, or contractor, I don’t know heh. You meet a lot of people when you have a hobby like mine, and therefore, I get hired to act as mediator for people looking to have jobs taken care of. Even for those needed by some of my own children, who have mostly taken up entrepreneurial spirits among them funnily enough.” Kayla was energetic, lively, and smooth with every movement and gesture. The woman radiated maturity, and matriarchal qualities, even as she got into explaining her position in things. Her somewhat seductive smile that paired well with the scandalous red of the dress, never left her lips as she did.

Delicately Kayla served out slices of their meal, before filling glasses, all without hitch as she had spoken. This was all clearly normal, and something done many times before, which offered a fair hint at her so-called hobby possibly. “By the way, I hope Olyv hasn’t been causing you too much trouble. Drake never stops talking about how much of a handful that girl is, but also only good things about his new boss. I hear he’s quite fond of you as an employer, and I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t gotten me intrigued.”, she continued as emerald green eyes took the fox mod in, like that of someone appraising fine art.

"Olyv is... A handful is being polite. Extremely polite." Soap replied, trying to think of a way to say it without being too crass or blunt. No point driving a wedge on such things. "But I figured Drake didn't talk much about me or the rest of our crew. At least not to someone he picks up jobs from." As she spoke, she picked up the fork on the table, and used it to cut into the slice of quiche in front of her. She'd had such before, usually not very good, but it would be poor manners to at least not give the food a taste.

And her eyes widened with a sparkle as she bit down on the slice. Okay, screw those other attempts, this lady knew how to make food taste good! Mind, she also didn't expect just how dry the crust was, and so picked up the glass of wine and took a quick sip. Not her taste, but asking for a stein of beer or a tumbler of whiskey was probably out of the question right now.

“Oh he keeps in touch regularly, usually to say how he’s doing, or send his usual payments my way. I hear so much about his adventures, and the people he meets, or the women he gets into trouble with. I swear that boy takes too much after his father in that regard.”, Kayla replied with almost a sigh. “Olyv sends her own, though most of the time, its offering things from her stash.. Of questionable origins. I uh will say, you might want to check your wardrobe dear, recently after following him aboard, she threw panties and bras into the offers.”

"I wondered where they'd gone... I swear, I'm going to want to get some proper rounds to hunt a deermod at this rate." She said, pinching her nose a moment, before smiling sheepishly as she straightened up and having another bite of the quiche. "I've been planning on changing the locks on my quarters to reduce the chance of her taking more of them." She said. She was trying to keep her gaze anywhere but on Kayla as she leaned and shifted while speaking because Soap wasn't sure how much more red she could get. She was sure her ears would have been burning red were it not for the blonde fur on the outside and the white fluff on the inside.

Kayla giggled once more, clearly well amused by the mere hint of the crew's antics through their short interaction so far. It was probably for the best that Soap avoided looking hard enough, as the dress had a low v-neck, that left no doubt that a bra was not in the outfit today. “My he did say you were quite feisty, and very lively, but also quite sweet and caring. Even if you sometimes don’t show full confidence in your own value. It was endearing to hear about, but seeing it in person, well.. I find myself far more then intrigued. Perhaps I’ll make it more regularly to come pass jobs along in person.”, she finally replied after her amusement had subsided for the moment, and she began on her own plate.

Oh Soap had noticed, including the fact that her nipples were clearly pressing against the front of the dress, it came with her being an assault recon trained mod. She couldn't help but notice, she just tried not to focus on it. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to keep that in mind." She said, before taking another bite of food and with it a drink. Sadly, she couldn't stop her eyes from flicking back over Kayla's form, causing her to blush even more. Damn it all, she wasn't the deermod! She shouldn't be caught so fully in the headlights like this!

“With how you keep trying not to look, and that blush you have creeping in, I’d hope you’d have me in that pretty mind of yours too.”, the woman said with a seductively edged smile. Taking a sip of her own wine in between bites of quiche, she too had continued to observe every inch of soap as they had been talking. “You are such a pretty thing, but you dress so stiffly. I was expecting it, but with how it was described by Olyv, I thought she just thought you a tomboy. Surely you’ve gotten some attire for a more formal meeting like this right? Certainly those panties she keeps offering are pretty plain, maybe I can give you some of my nicer ones, and on your next visit I can take you shopping.”

"I'm fine!" Soap quickly replied, not at all responding to the questions or statements presented just now, just trying to avoid causing any kind of scene. And unwittingly exposed just how her focus had drifted at this point. "I'm, I'm sorry, what was the question again?" She said, mentally forcing her eyes to focus on Kayla's face, not that seemed to be helping much. Thank god her own bra was not only on, but also helped to hide her own excitement, if only a little.

“I asked if you had any clothes more formal, or just nice for meetings like these? Also I was offering some of my own, or even planning to take you shopping. I want to help you be a successful business woman after all. If I was even wearing any, I’d offer you my own underwear, but I still have plenty in the bedroom. Just trying to pass experience along to another strong independent woman is all.” Part of her was trying hard not to tease her, but she was just making it so naturally easy. Despite holding back giggling, she was still serious about helping. Kayla’s smile grew much more warmer and motherly, “In a way, you remind me of my daughter Lilian who does similar work, so it tickles a special place in my heart for me to see someone else doing the same, and Drake respects you.”

"I generally don't do such formal meetings." Soap admits, not even realizing she'd finished her quiche until she glanced down at the plate to see how long she could hold off answering, but found she couldn't. "I, no. I don't think that..." She was going to say necessary, until she realized that Kayla here had so blatantly mentioned she wasn't wearing any underwear. Which made her brain do a double take while her mouth remained frozen for all of three seconds. "That will be necessary..." She said, not realizing that due to the pause, and the phrasing she just used, she had inadvertently invited Kayla to 'help' her with her wardrobe. Which was admittedly very much functional with a decent amount of it similar to her old uniform items simply because they just bloody well worked for her, and let her be practical in a lot of situations.

“Oh excellent! Come with me dear, I have so much to show you then. We can see what style fits you, and then even to the store even.”, Kayla exclaimed, fully excited at what seemed like an acceptance of her offer. The woman almost jumped from her seat before coming around to take Soap by the hand, and pull her towards the bedroom, where she could open up her wardrobe to the fox mod. “Best part is, Olyv shouldn’t mess with them if she knows they were gifts from me. And with your hair color, you’d be absolutely rocking blues and greens I think-.”, she continued to ramble happily, as she began to whisk the poor girl with her.

Being dragged away from the table, and into the bedroom, Soap was left with little say in what was about to happen as Kayla took what she intended as a denial to be an acceptance. And found herself having her clothes being pulled open to present her plain, functional bra and panties, though admittedly, they were high-hip riding to account for her tails. And of course, she was soon made to have various different bras, panties and the like put up against her body to compare and try out. She wasn't even sure how long this even lasted with what Kayla was doing.

Once undergarments were done, a few dresses were also pulled out and similarly done, but also some more feminine in design tuxedos and suits. “So I have a good feel for what works, and its so strange. Never have I met a dame, who’s body exclaims fine lingerie, yet seems to fit well with a suit, and female office wear. It at least will make the shopping trip easier, as it greatly narrows down choices.” The woman was miffed, even as the playful energy never left the constant motion of comparing outfits. With a few thoughtful hums, Kayla even felt around Soap’s figure to get a sense of body tone and shape. “Yeah, you are somehow very gentlemanly for a woman, almost like a knight among women. It's quite charming, and alluring if I had to be honest.~”, she added in conclusion.

"What?" Soap asked, confused by what Kayla was talking about, stumbling a moment as her pants kept her from taking a full step like she wanted when Kayla began to feel her body up, causing her to basically fall into the other woman's grip more firmly. "Okay? I have absolutely no clue what you're talking about!" She said, trying to squirm free, yipping in surprise when the hands feeling her up squeezed between her legs. "Hey now! That's more than I think is appropriate for a meeting!" She said, trying harder now to get out of Kayla's grasp.

“Oh right, I should have stripped to make it equal, I’ll fix that. I apologize for being so rude, but I don’t get to do this with other women much.”, Kayla said in apology as she unceremoniously slipped off her dress. Her figure now laid bare in front of Soap, as her assets were now well on display in every regard, and perkiness abundant. “You’re welcome to squeeze me back to make things even.~”, she added with a teasing wink.

"NOPE!" Soap quickly replied, working on pulling her clothing back on as she tried to back out of the room. "I'll pass!" She said, managing to get her pants back on and was now working on getting her shirt and bra back down. "For a meeting to get to know each other, this is way more than I wanted to learn about you!" She said, hoping her eagerness to get away didn't sour Kayla's opinion of her. She just wasn't sure she was ready to sit through this kind of thing right now.

Kayla was caught by surprise with how quick the half naked fox girl was scrambling to leave, but would soon yelp as the dress on the floor caused unexpected issues. In Soap’s haste, she had not regarded the discarded clothes, and tripping on the dress, pulled them both down in domino effect. Kay’s bare body was brought down on top of Soap, still half redressed, creating a very interesting situation. Bodies in different states of indecency, were now pressed together and touching. Kayla groaned after the fall, having thumped on top of the surprisingly stiff stature of the fox mod, “Owww, you should have watched your step suga’. Would have hurt a lot less even if you had panicked.”

Soap was stiff as a board alright, with Kayla on top of her. Especially since Soap could feel her ankle sting from the twisting that had happened that resulted in her tripping and pulling Kayla down on top of her. Her face was beet red, and she had a look of having found herself doing something she wasn't sure was okay, much less right, and couldn't decide if anything she could do would make things worse. Especially since she could feel Kayla's bare breasts press against her.

And so, the only sound Soap was able to make right now was a tiny scared little 'eep'.

They were awfully close at the moment, the older woman still trying to re-orient from the fall, her hair draped around both of their heads. Meanwhile her large hanging breasts, dragged across Soap’s own flatter bosom. In thought, this would have been hot, but ow her skull must have taken a shock. She almost didn’t hear the approaching steps before knowing they had company.

Looking up, the both would only see an even more milf tag fitting figure then Kayla’s. The woman was now crouched, almost squatting close to them, giving soap an upskirt and underboob view. “You know K, you’re supposed to take them to bed, not the floor. Have some class gurl.”, the woman with… horns? Stated casually, as if she knew Kayla.

“We tripped, while I was helping her find a style, she panicked. Why are you here Orias, our session wasn’t until tomorrow.”, Kayla answered, confused on why they were here now. “Oh, I heard you might have a new friend, and I want to introduce, to maybe offer some playtime while I was here with more just us. She is quite a pretty treat after all~”, Orias replied with no veiling of her seductive tone, or message of anything other then lewd intentions for the pair.

Soap looked up and couldn't help herself, being left to make a fox-like yip of surprise at the sight that presented itself, unable to help herself as she realized she was even more excited by the situation, if only because she was being presented with more women that just excited her in ways she was still unsure what to think of.

With Kayla on top of her, and Orias teasing both of them in her own way, Soap wasn't sure who she should focus on more... Kayla, on top of her, or Orias, kneeling above her. Because both were just so... "Fuck, am I seriously interested in women?" Soap muttered not at all caring at this point both of the women would be able to hear her.

This in fact did seem to draw their attention in unison, and with smiles to boot, as Orias simply giggled. With a playful gesture of the hands, undid the side ties to her barely there panties, giving soap a full show of the goods. “Hmmm, I think she likes us. Perhaps today was the lucky day.~ Want a taste of us?”, Orias offered, as Kayla only met the statement with a light kiss on the fox mod’s cheek.

"NOPE!" Soap promptly cried out, bringing her hands up to cover her face as fast as she could, not believing what was going on. What the hell... Did Drake know about this? Did he plan to embarrass her in this way?! Damn it, when she got out of this she was going to throttle his little neck to explain why he put her up to this.

Both seemed to deflate disappointedly, “Aw, are you sure? It’s an open offer, no strings.” Kayla vocalized finally. “Well literally for me, and I’d let you undo them all.~” was the chiming of the newcomer Orias. All in all, they weren’t being pushy per say, or intentionally wanting to peer pressure, but they were. Both were ready for a playmate, and soap had been the unfortunate one to be dropped in the shower today. What was even more curious was that if Soap stopped hiding, she might notice that Orias was not human, but something not normally found in the NDC. She had large nightmarish wings, horns, and her eyes… two bright orbs of gold that almost seems to be peering down lustfully at the smaller woman, from pools of deep black.

"Pretty sure!" Soap replied her voice cracking, trying to ignore how much her body was saying 'Fuck them both!' which the pair could probably easily tell, since her bra had been pushed up off one breast and the nipple there was most definitely 'clashing' with Kayla's own with each fast, shuddered breath that Soap took. Plus she was pretty wet as well, her panties sticking to her legs.

Heck, she had even 'cracked open' her fingers to find herself enjoying the sight of Orias just, standing there. Which caused her eyes to widen even more as she noticed the features that were most definitely not common to the NDC. "What... What are you?!" She asked, her voice solidifying.

Orias at first almost seemed to not be expecting the question at first, but she leaned down a bit more properly. This of course brought her chest into frame, but that was besides the point of the question given her. “I’m a demon, or as some of you might call, a succubus. I come around and have fun with mortals like you, spreading my legs, or spreading theirs. Just little old me suga, coming to have fun, just like I want to with you.~”, she answered matter of factly, but in a tone of pride of being essentially self described as a thot. “So, want me to help pet your wet sex there while you’ve been fingering it to mine, or do you want me to sit?~”

“I’ve known her for a while now, and we sleep together, as we do with others. Though.. I think this is the first time you’ve wanted a three-way Ori. She got you down that bad luv?”, Kayla said chiming in, enjoying how her breasts felt together with Soap’s. Even more so of what was pointed out that had been idly taking place between their still pressed legs.

"You... But... Myths..." Soap jabbered, trying to process what was being said, that the other woman who had entered as a Succubus. She wasn't sure what was going on now. "What?" She said, not sure anymore what to make of things. Even as she couldn't help but feel like she was too damned aroused right now. It was almost as bad as her being in her once a year heat. But not as bad. Thankfully.

Orias, seeing the opportunity, simply pulled down on the front of her bustier, freeing her large caramel colored tits. “I dunno, these are pretty real, and they could be yours if you wanted them. Girls having a sexual identity crisis are always the best~ They deny at first, up until they’re cumming their brains out in bed with another beautiful woman.~”, the demon began to ramble as if confessing their love for something romantic. Which might have been true if it wasn’t just perverted, and a bit fangirlish.

Kayla seemed to settle in on top of Soap, resting like that as it was clear they weren’t going anywhere tangled together at the legs or with Soap’s ankle. “She does this a lot, gets real into her sexy daydreaming, then goes on and on. Don’t get me wrong, I love being gay too, but she just… Takes it as a way of living sometimes.”, the blonde admitted with a sigh, before idly tracing the divet of Soap’s shoulder joint. “Tell me honestly, you like this, but you’re confused by it because it's new to you?”

Soap starts nodding ato Kayla's question, her face covered in red from her blush as she just, tried to accept that this Orias lady was just so... blatant about it all. Open is one thing. But Orias was blatantly in your face about it, and Soap just kept getting redder and redder and redder.

All the while she was trying to wiggle her legs just enough to untangle herself from the dress, and not doing a very good job of it. Honestly, her like this right now, it was clear to Kayla now, the lingere idea was too good to pass. She would make it work even as everyday wear. Just had to get her to actually do it if anything, which, if how she was acting right now and through the whole luncheon was any clue, that... would take work.

There was a swift boop to the nose, “Stop that, you’re going to make your ankle worse. Be patient, and we’ll get you to the bed to have it treated. I’d be a poor mother if I let my son’s boss get hurt on my meeting with them, and didn’t try to correct that.” Kayla said this with an honest sense of apologetic remorse for the whole debacle. Though thankfully, Orias had caught on that no one else had been listening to her gay drooling. “I think getting two women to shag out of it was pretty worth it if it were me-”. Orias began to say before a look from Kayla cut her off.

“Right right, I forget you mortals have weird things like modesty, and… ugh, restraint.”, Orias answered before standing up and stretching. It seemed as if such things were foreign to her, or just not her people’s thing. “I swear, there have been so many of you who are just so fun to be with. But you also sometimes can be such sticks in the mud.”

Blinking and rapidly shaking her head as her nose was booped by Kayla, Soap huffed and squeezed her arms to work akin to crossing them while she kept her hands over her face as a sort of cover, though it wasn't nearly as good since she wasn't doing so properly. Then it sunk in what Kayla said. "Wait, son? Drake's your son!?" She said, trying to suddenly push herself up, and was able to do so, somewhat pushing Kayla back because, well, normal human vs. a Genemod was kind of a no contest situation. Thankfully, Orias standing up just coincided with this, so that Soap didn't smack face first into a succubus' pussy doing so.

Ooooh shit, shit shit! This was bad! Drake might just well kill her if he found out she nearly came onto his mother! Who knew how he would feel about it! "I, uhh, I should probably go now..." She said, feeling way out of her normal wheelhouse with this situation more so now.

Kayla was not expecting to almost basically be tossed off, thumping against the dresser as she did. “Owwww! Could have just asked.”, she exclaimed as she was hurt from the impact. This time it was more to the back, so likely only going to result in bruising at the most hopefully. “First of all, please calm down before you hurt someone, like me again.”, she groanfully pleaded as soap was panicking.

Soap however, would just find herself lifted, picked up from under the arms, “Yes please do, that would be appreciated. Your foot hasn’t been healed yet, and I now have to likely heal Kayla too. So stop panicking like a… are they called squirrels? Wh-whatever, and sit still so things can be discussed like adults. Even though I’m by far the oldest.” The demoness had easily picked her up as if she weighed nothing, something that should have been a tad frightening in all honesty, additionally so as wings cocooned Soap to contain her until she calmed down. This just so happened to mean being essentially body hugged by a woman with her breasts out still, so ironically square one.

First, Soap winced as Kayla groaned in pain, not having intended to hurt the woman, but her getting picked up so easily, and in such a relaxed manner by the other woman? That definitely spooked the fuck out of Soap, and she started reacting like she was trained to do, instinctively twisting and snapping a foot out to kick Orias' knee. Only for Soap to cry out for two reasons. The first, her kick felt like it had hit a fucking tank for how little the woman's knee budged, and oh yeah, the method of kick just made the twisted ankle worse. The second combined with the first resulted in it actually, audibly, dislocating in a very painful fashion.

So her crying out in pain as it happened was, well, expected. It was only because Orias was holding her the way she was that kept the foxmod from doing anything more serious. Bountiful breasts or no, Soap's horniness was most definitely gone now as the pain lanced it's way up and down her leg. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-" Soap intoned, biting down on her lip to keep from screaming out too loudly, and thus making the full word effectively impossible to say.

But at least she was calm now. For a degree of calm. Which was a step forward, right?

“Case in point, you broke yourself this time. Now you’re going to have to stay longer, so I can fix that.”, Orias grumbled, before mumbling something about damn mortals being so self destructive. “Kayla, can you bring me the salves and herbs, and tell Armora she should be expecting a mana withdrawal in a few minutes roughly.”

After getting her own bearings, and having come down from her less severe pain, walked off to do as requested. “Can’t you just take it from me, not like I won’t need some healing already too. I’d rather not go to fitness class like I was abused tomorrow.”, Kayla called back as she entered the other room. Meanwhile Orias began to chant, attempting to soothe and calm Soap, almost sedate so she would stop making everything worse.

“You’re going to have to rest for a time while I work, and this heals, otherwise I can’t trust you to not hurt yourself more.”, Orias stated firmly as she gingerly put the woman on the bed.

As Orias used her magic to sedate the foxmod, Soap would find herself feeling drowsy, like she had taken some sleep aides and they were just kicking in. Squirming a bit more, she slowed down, not quite out cold, but definitely feeling too exhausted with all that'd happened in under 20 minutes to really put up a significant amount of struggle.

"Wha, wha's happe'ng?" She grumbled, her voice thick with sleep and yet she was holding on. Orias had felt like Soap had an unusually high tolerance to magic, especially for someone who supposedly had never personally experienced it before. It was entirely possible she could wield it with some power and skill, while also be quite resistant to being afflicted by it from others.

“Huh, you are… perplexing. Welp, plan B as you say. Have a double dosage.”, Orias commented as her initial incantation seemed to not work correctly. This time the same magic was gathered in a more built up dosage, focusing at the tips of two fingers, before placing them to Soap’s forehead. “Sleep child, let the all mother heal thy wounds, while your dreams frolick.”, she spoke to finish the spell again. Once it was done, she coughed, “ugh, this is why I hate using blessed derivative magic, it always tastes like expired honey.”

Kayla returned at that moment, with the bag of things the demoness had asked for, before taking a seat at the end of the bed. “Didn’t you cast it already? You normally don’t need to twice? Will it-.”, she had begun before the magic started to kick in for the second time.

Soap finally fell asleep at the more potent and concentrated casting of the spell did it. Relaxing fully in Orias's arms, she was actually rather cute now without being all tense and analyzing her situation non-stop. The duo tails draped down her legs, her ears flat upon her head, the slow steady breathing, all signs of being fully asleep.

As the hours she slept passed, the two would treat her foot and with magic, repair the damage done. Bringing Soap into their shared embrace to help improve the process, and eventually nodding off together with her. In that time, Orias had taken the liberty to bestow gifts upon the fox mod, her undergarments being completely changed, and a new mark on her low abdomen that hummed with power. When Soap finally awoke, she would feel refreshed, cozy, and in safety. Or at least until the awareness of being fully awake kicked in, as her foot was good as new, but the girls were now sandwiching her between them. Kayla higher up and cradling the genemod’s head in her generous bosom, and Orias lower wrapping her arms and legs around her waist and legs. Her lips suckled idly on Soap’s tit in her sleep, as the three laid in the bed in such an awkward state of affairs.

As Soap came to, for one of the few times she actually hadn't had any nightmares or even hint of one on the horizon in her sleep... But then she realized the pillow she was one was... well, warm, soft, and shifting. and there was another on her head. Blinking, she began to shift, only to feel a slight tug of suction on her breast, making her look down, and nearly stabbing her eye with one of those horns.

"What the hell?!" She called out, trying to figure out what had happened since it was clear something had, since she was sandwiched between the two very large, MILF-y women. So she was barely registering that she was naked between them, so was unaware of what had been done to her undergarments, much less the little 'gift' that now graced her skin.

As the fox mod stirred, it would jostle the other two women from their sleep as well. Both would adjust their positions to be more in line with one another, and without thinking give the poor genemod between them a good morning kiss. It was a morning ritual of sorts, one that normally was only the two, which lead to Soap unexpectedly receiving it from both partners at the same time. “Hmmm? Oh the pretty kit is with us still, I think we got drowsy from all the mana spent between us.”, Orias said, realizing she was still in the bed, almost half expecting her to have gone before they woke.

“Oh yeah, your foot should be fine now sweetie, just try and not kick Ori in the knee again please.”, Kayla murmured from her side, before settling in for what normally would have been early morning cuddles.

Soap mostly just began to try and pull herself out of the pile. "Fuck, what time is it?" She asked, barely noticing that her ankle was fine, which lined up with what Kayla said. She was just glad her breast wasn't being suckled on anymore, so there was at least that. Suffice to say, she was trying to figure out how long she'd been out.

“10am according to the clock hon.”, Kayla said with yawn before her and Orias did their usual kiss, this time without soap in the middle. “If you’re worried about being late to something, I can drive you to the port if you let me get dressed.”

Orias however, wasn’t as easily willing to let the fox go it seemed. Her arms wrapped around Soap, her lips tracing a trail down the smaller woman’s back. Hands slide over exposed skin to tender places, “No rush right? We still got quiche left, and the bed is warm.~”

It would seem her attempt to get away was foiled once more. Especially when she heard the time. "Wait, it's been almost 24 hours!?" She asked, realizing that the crew had to likely no clue where she was now. Especically since it should have only been an hour at most for her to be away!

Ironically, her trying to get herself up and out, had her glance down and see the lovely little 'gift' she had on her skin right around her womb area. "What. The. Fuck. Is. That." She asked, very pointedly looking at the womb tattoo she'd been gifted by Orias while she was asleep.

“Hmm, the sigil of a pact with me. Made the healing and transfer of magic easier. Your people call it a womb tattoo I think?”, Orias answered casually, not seeming to understand the possible issue with it.

Kayla stirred more and joined the demon in being affectionate to their unplanned third member this morning, doing as Orias had been doing. “I already called Drake last night and let him know what was going on. He had called originally while you were breaking your own foot, but I called after we got you settled. He does seem to care a lot about ya, so things should be fine.”

"A pact? Shouldn't I have been awake to say if I wanted to do so?" She asked, looking at Orias. "Also, thank you for letting Drake know." She said, turning her gaze to Kayla. But returning her focus back to Orias, she was thusly still in the grip of both of them, waiting to hear her response. Especially since she had no clue what a pact entailed or required on her part.

“Well normally yes, but I also loop holed it. You technically lost to me in combat, on a technicality when you broke your foot, and then I put you under. It just means you’re marked as a follower, and that you are now ordained to borrow my power in my name. In return, you are my messen- yadda yadda, I get your soul when you die some day. It’s all really boring stuff the elder ones instated when we signed the treaty with the heavens. I only use them to revive unless asked to by the holder otherwise.” Orias gave the length description in the middle of cuddles, all very nonchalantly, or in any sort of serious tone. She didn’t seem to be lying at least, and it wasn’t appearing to harm Soap.

"For fucks sake... I manage to keep my skin from getting anything fancy slapped on it, and in less than 24 hours I've had a awakening that I like women as much as I like men... And get a frigging womb tattoo forced upon me by some demon that seems to get her kicks toying with people." Soap said, huffing and crossing her arms. Her tails actually even poofed out a small bit in her agitation, making them seem just a touch bigger than they were.

The whole thing probably just made the two women more eager to tease and cuddle the fox mod, but damn it, she was allowed to be a little grump and so she was going to take that chance. Especially since as long as Orias was holding onto her, she sure as hell wasn't going anywhere.

“Oh quite pouting, it makes you only more adorable.”, Orias cooed gently, before blowing on her ear teasingly. “Besides, you get magical power, life insurance from the afterlife, a sick tat, and me in every way you want baby~ It is the mark I only give to those who I recognise as mutual allies, and those I find worthy to gain my power and favor. I dunno, think of it as arcane insurance, and a ward to anyone else who can do the same.”

Kayla, having grown bored, took the opportunity to get a mouth of tiddy for herself. Both definitely weren’t letting Soap go just yet, and their hands were growing ever more adventurous as the minutes went by. Fingers were in fact starting to rub towards her sex, and anywhere else yet to have been explored. All while she was being sandwiched by two sets of large breasts.

Gasping in surprise as her other tit was suddenly suckled upon, Soap tried backing up, only to get a few centimeters before smacking her back into the headboard of the bed, and failing to dislodge either of them. "H-hey now! I don't know if I'm up for that kind of thing!" She replied. "Also, I don't know if this is such a good idea! I mean, how would Drake feel about this?!" She asked, pretty sure if Drake found out, there would be attempts to have heads roll for her, well, 'fucking' his mom basically. Oh god, why does that idea sound so hot?! It shouldn't sound as hot as it does because god damn, Kayla was one hell of a sexy woman, no doubt about it. And sure, the NDC wasn't exactly 'hard' on the idea of monogamy, but she was certain fucking her employee's mom, even if said mom instigated it, was kind of crossing a line!

There was a distant knock on the door, as the two women continued their advancements. Pinning her to the backboard, both took a breast and went to town. The hands taking turns rubbing at her slit and thighs.
The soft faint hiss of the front door possibly was audible, before someone moving through the house was also heard following. “Yo, mom, you send Soap to the hos-...... Oh.”, was heard from who was evidently Drake having entered, understandably so given this was also his home. He had made it to the living room before seeing the scene through the bedroom door, and stopping mid-sentence.

“Well, uh… I see I’m a fourth wheel to a perfectly good tricycle. So yeah, you ladies have fun with… that. I’ll g-go make breakfast.”, Drake began to stammer a little, before covering the distance and closing the bedroom door. There was the muffled sound of music being played a bit loudly as he likely went to the kitchen, hoping to drown out the fun times in the bedroom he had ill-timely witnessed.

Hearing Drake speak, Soap began trying desperately to untangle herself from the pile, then his comment. "Wait! It's not what yo-" She said before being oh so firmly grabbed hold of by Orias and pulled back into the pile, and having a demon queen's tit placed firmly against her mouth to quiet her down. Not that Soap was aware of Orias' power or status in the demon world. For all Soap knew, she was just a succubus who had taken a strange liking to her and was not as important or powerful as she really was. This was just normal demon stuff, right?


After some time, and a lot of muffled noise, that did not in any way help disguise the orgy that was happening. Drake was desperate to ignore it, unsure of what the fuck his mother had going on with his boss, or who the woman with freaky features was. He had seen her somewhere before, but who the hell was that… The Blitz Cabana, she was there with the woman that looked similar, who runs the bar. Why was she in here shagging the fuck out of his mom, and… Soap. Oh gods help that woman, the walls were thumping now.

Trying to still in vain, ignore it, set breakfast out on the table, and waited… Once the sounds had stopped, and the door opened, the three shambled out one by one. His mother took a seat dressed and ready like it was another day, which wasn’t wrong in her case. The freaky lady sat down, with not a single thread, all while Soap looked as traumatized as Drake himself felt. “So…. Was it good?....”, he asked less then smoothly, “Um,.. Mom’s quiche I mean.”

“Oh yeah, wonderful!”, Orias replied cheerfully, which only brought another moment of silence.

Soap was so very glad that her clothes hadn't been altered by the demon, unlike her undergarments. She was still trying to get used to just how it felt on her, currently very overly sensitive body after the experience she'd just had. It made her embarrassment just that much less severe. Not gone, just not as severe. "It was good." She said, working on the eggs and sausage that sat upon her plate, having opted to go with simply buttered toast to round it off.

"I'm... Uhhh..." Soap was trying to think of how to bring up the fact that, well, she had literally just finished getting tag-teamed by both Drake's mom and the demoness. It wasn't something she could think of a tactful way to broach it, all things considered.

“I uh, don’t think I caught your name miss? I saw you at the cabana before.”, Drake asked, more to break his own monotony for the moment. Shuffling his food, before having the occasional utensil in of it. At least hoping to have some small additional sense of clarity on who was involved here, and in what way.

“Orias Raben, demon queen of one of the hells, and fuck buddy extraordinaire. One of your mom’s girlfriends, and your boss’s magical patron.”, she replied without missing a beat, something that made Kayla cough in surprise. Drake only met it with a confused expression, “Meaning what exactly?” he asked. Orias seemed unsure how to reply at first, then snapped her fingers in a lightbulb like gesture of eureka, “Well we sle-”.

“I meant the patron thing…”, Drake clarified as he cut her off. Shaking her head in new understanding, Orias switched tracks on which explanation. “Oh, well I gave her my sigil, and now she gets demonic magic power.”

Soap couldn't help but choke a moment on her food at Orias' response to Drake's question of who she was. Once she had her throat cleared and could breath once more, she looked over with some teared up eyes. "Come again? There's multiple hells, and you outright rule one of them?" She asked in surprise. Opting to try and finish her breakfast, now that she'd spit some of it back onto her plate and had to forcibly swallow the rest that had been in her mouth at the time. It wasn't like this day was going to get any weirder... Since the only thing that could make it worse was Drake getting pissed at her sleeping with his mom. And right now, Orias seemed a perfect way to deflect that little headache for a little while longer.

Without missing the beat, Orias was quick and cheery to answer. “Well yeah, I killed the last chick who had the throne. Got a really cool trophy for it, which makes dates so much more fun with the ladies. Still need to go visit someone they screwed over long ago and give them the good news, but I love this country too much. I’ve gotten to hang around the palace, fuck a few princesses, get railed back. You know, just a normal productive week.”, she admitted quite proudly.

“Well I don’t know about princesses, or ruling a hell, but that’s not too far off from my usual weeks. Go to class, pass them, get fucked in a closet for an hour by a client. Go home, relax, maybe call a client I enjoy spending personal time with, or Drake’s father when he’s in town. Yeah, just… a normal week.”, Kayla decided to chime in like they were suddenly part of a sex club.

Drake grew increasingly awkward and frustrated with how embarrassing this was. “Goddamnit mom, why can’t you have normal adult friends you don’t sex with every day. I know you do prostitute work on the side as a hobby, but for the love of the gods, one normal friend please. This is why I didn't stay home, and decided to travel.” With a sigh, he put his face into his hands, “Please tell me you at least don’t do the teac-.”

“Yep.”, she cut him off. To which Drake’s head promptly met the table in exasperation, “For fuck’s sake.”

Soap just tried to continue eating her breakfast, not sure what to add to the conversation since she was most definitely out of her league in this particular kind of discussion. "So Drake, how'd the talks with Curtin Tail go? We get that cargo signed on, or did he decide he wanted to talk to me specifically. Again." She asked, trying to shift topic because this got really uncomfortable really damned fast. And with his reaction to his mother's comments, she was pretty sure admitting that his mom awoke her bisexuality was probably not worth the hassle right now.

“Yeah it’s all signed for, and taken care of. Got another one that way from my lil sis, Lilian as well. Which I’m guessing mom forgot in the middle of dragging a party to the bedroom.”, Drake replied before eyeing his mother. To which, “What, I was just trying to help her with fashion.” she replied, trying to play the ordeal off. “Isn’t at least good we’re good friends now, and maybe more down the road?”

“At least warn me ahead of trying to sleep with my boss please, so I can hide from the embarrassment you cause me with antics like that.”, Drake fired back pointedly in a clearly annoyed tone. Something that was followed by silence before Orias, perky as usual, broke it. “I dunno, her titties taste pretty sweet…. Too much?”

Soap just groaned and buried her own face into her hands now. The cat was out... Wait... Did Drake expect his mom to make a move on her?! "Hold on Drake... Did you actually expect your own mother to try and seduce me!?" She accused, pointing a finger at him. "And you being so nonchalant about it makes me wonder if you didn't in fact have ulterior motives for the whole thing now beyond the job she apparently forgot to mention!"

“First off, calm down. Second, no, I expected her to tease but not…. This. Usually she warns me if she’s about to try it with someone I associate with.”, he pointedly fired back, “Which I guess was super effective. You had fun it seemed, so excuse me you fell for her.” He was clearly not happy with trying to be made the scapegoat in the situation, to the point where he decided to get up and walk for the door.

A clearing of the throat was given from the demoness, “Okay maybe I carried the jokes a bit too far. And in all honesty, I do recognize the escalation was indeed caused by me. Kayla only wanted to prime you for meeting others of her contacts, some going as far back as the war, where she survived a disfiguring blast and was a prostitute even prior to that.” Giving it a moment to sit, and her sort of apology in the form of admittance, to be digested. “Not like anyone was expecting you to literally break your foot last night.”

“No it’s cool, if I have to be the bad guy for some reason, it's another reason not to stick around home.”, Drake called from the door, where he had paused at the interjection by the demon. “Dad’s a terrorist, and mom’s a prostitute for funsies, welcome to my family boss. I’ll see you back at the shrine.”

At this point, the only person left who could chime in, was Kayla who had been reluctant to join the sudden fray. “I’m sorry for this Soap, It wasn’t my intention last night for it to become this. I can pass the job file along to Drake if you don’t want to stick around here. I think… we’ve put you through enough.”, the blonde admitted, as she took on a more tired appearance for once. It was one of those points, where her free lifestyle was coming back to bite her in her ass again, and she could only feel guilty about the damage. “Tell him I’m sorry for me please.”, was all she would add before disappearing back to the bedroom for privacy.

Soap groaned and held her head. "For fucks sake..." She stated, feeling guilty for dropping that on Drake, while also feeling like if anyone was the villain of this piece, it was her. "Fuck it, he can't have gone far." She said, standing up and quickly walking to the door. Her goal was simple, catch up to him and talk. He had listened to her and been there when she'd had that damned ugly cry of hers, the least she could do was let him vent to her.

Jogging to the elevator, she pressed the key for the lobby, and hurried to the lobby, hoping to catch sight of him on the street. Hopefully he hadn't used their jeep to come, because if he did she was fucked on reaching him before he got back to the shrine. After all, she needed to apologize for outright accusing him of setting her up. It struck a cord in him that she knew was one she'd had struck on her own side by well-intentioned and meaning people as well.

The commotion in the kitchen and subsequent leaving of Drake and Soap, gave her all the time she needed, taking an empty spot at the breakfast table, a full plate of food and cup of coffee, she looked at the meal for a moment, before grumbling to herself."ahhhh dammit," poking her head into Kayla's room, red luscious curls poured into the door frame followed by golden orbs upon a freckled porcelain face." Mom don't beat yourself up, that's what we are here to do. No one's perfect." As quickly as she entered, the deermod was heading g toward the door, coffee still in hand. Stopping the elevator door, sliding in. Her petite frame seemed even smaller in one of Drake’s many ugly button up shirts.

Without missing a beat, nor looking at the small Foxmod captain, Olyvs tone changed quickly from its usual jovial tone, to a blank, seemingly more ominous apathetic tone." If…you try to use him as a target…Cap, I'll remind you why you keep that revolver by your bed at night….ma'am." She spoke plainly while sipping her coffee, from the mug she procured in Kayla's apartment before resting a hand on the foxmod's shoulder." He has been through enough." As she finished her sentence, the long elevator ride seemed to pass painfully slow as she called out to Drake through her Geist.

The man hadn’t gone too far yet, as he remained seated in the jeep outside the building. A humdrum expression as a cigarette hung lit from his lips. “Well I'm waiting, not gonna be that big of a dick to take the only car with me.”, was all Drake said as he finally started the vehicle as they approached. He’d wait for the two of them to get in, before pulling away, unless they changed plans on going.

Soap glanced at Olyv, not having even noticed her in the apartment until she'd entered the elevator as it went down. "Not gonna shoot him. I fucked up and snapped when I shouldn't have." She had informed the deermod as they descended. Once she spotted the jeep, she climbed in, and sighed.

"Listen, I screwed up, okay? I was stressed out by what had happened, both yesterday and then this morning okay?" Soap said, placing an elbow on the windowsill and leaning on her hand as she spoke. "Hell, once she mentioned you were her son, I was freaking out because I didn't know how you'd feel about it. My thought was you'd hate my guts for letting myself be taken advantage of like that." She admitted, sighing.

Olyv's typical jovial expression slowly returned, but her words stayed rather serious. "I have to remember little Captain, you are still a kid. In a lot of ways at least. You should have been upfront from the beginning. Like my mom used to say' treat all aspects of life as if a mission we were ordered to find a solution to.' Of course she..is kind of cracked, but so are you." Her hand rests the mug on the floor of the jeep as a hand rubs Drake's shoulder." Don't be too mad at the Cap, she isn't used to mom like we are." Her words were soft, meant only to sting those not present.

There was a brief sigh as he gave vent to his own frustration. “We all screw up, I’m a walking screw up even. I’m a living indication that my mother had a child with a terrorist. I stay gone so no one asks questions, and so I don’t have to be around for her wild life choices. I have five extra siblings because mom has a breeding kink. At least you sleeping with her is comforting, because you’re someone I trust, and know aren’t doing it for a quick slip and slide affair.”

“Learn to take charge of your own life, and understand your own feelings. You clearly weren’t against it enough to say no, or angry with her for it. Hell, despite being so awkwardly nervous, you were fairly lively. So don’t feel sorry, don’t be frustrated, and just.. Learn to enjoy things more then hanging onto the past.” Drake seemed to deflate a little in the driver’s seat, having been able to vent some around events. He wasn’t spiteful, but he wasn’t exactly cheery about his own life hurdles either, especially when they were brought up like this.

"I mean, I couldn't fight the demon lady. I tried. Dislocated my ankle trying." Soap said, sighing. "So I was kind of hauled into it without much choice. My 'liveliness' was me trying to escape, and failing." Soap said, sighing and leaning back. "Don't get me wrong, I didn't expect to find myself actually excited by the sight of your mom. Or that Orias lady. But I wasn't exactly eager to play like they were." She continued, watching the roads around them out of instinct, seeing the traffic flowing around them as they drove from the residential district towards the space port.

"I'll tell you right now Captain Kit, you owe me breakfast." Olyv chimed in rubbing her hand between her ears, sitting back in her seat, deciding the back was not her place before placing herself onto the center console, keeping an almost barrier between the two, crossing her legs onto the dashboard." So what's for breakfast?"

Drake wasn’t exactly satisfied with her answer, knowing she always tended to choose the more aggressive path. “And yet you lost a fight to a dress first, then thought fighting was a good option. I also heard you gave mom a bruise while you decided to thrash about. Ever thought about maybe not fighting and talking, like most people do now, instead of swinging first?” Giving another much lighter sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose briefly, “Did you at least have fun this morning in there, because you looked happy, in an awkwardly shy kind of way. Also all of this threw me off of wanting waffles, so how about donuts.”

"Not exactly good with talking with folks in general Drake. Wasn't my thing, and since I just tended to go from job to job, with all my down-time being just drinking myself into a stupor..." Soap replied, sighing, and pointedly ignoring Olyv rubbing her head between the ears.

"So no, I generally don't think to talk before throwing a fist first. Because I didn't have reason to, both during and after the war. Fuck, it took me three years to build up enough to get the ship in the first place, and another year to get it flying again. And because I'm absolutely shite at talking to people, I couldn't hold onto a crew beyond a one-way trip of travel." She said, figuring might as well own up to her own issues if this is gonna be a thing.

Olyv sat quietly between the two before chiming in." Cap, no one really cares what you do, despite what Drake is saying. You have to learn to adapt. Remember, you are kind of fucked up like my parents are. Think of it as a new objective. To survive… you can't do that if you throw hands like they come off." She chuckled at the idea looking back to Drake for a moment." Drake my dear, please kindly find us some grub?"

At first, the merc wanted to say more, but the request from Olyv stopped him. “Yeah, there’s a few good places around here, I’ll take us to the middle-distance one.”, Drake replied before leaning over to kiss the deermod. “I guess look at the bright side, you made two friends today you can learn to socialize with. Might as well I guess anyways…”, he added before making their first turn. The place he had in mind was just far enough away that they would have time to talk, and not be in earshot easily of passing strangers. It all was a bit private, and somewhat of a personal nature between the three of them, but he also just wanted to drive as a release.

After all, he had two beautiful ladies in the front with him, even despite the morning’s events. One with legs on display in his field of view the whole way. If he hadn't been the one driving, Drake would have pulled the deermod into his lap for the ride. At least things were more calm now as they aired their thoughts and worries out among themselves.

Soap nodded, opting to let Olyv and Drake handle this now, since it was clear she was on the back foot on how to deal with this whole thing. Especially since she was figuring they'd be heading back to the ship, and get something out of the galley. Apparently not, since Drake seemed to know a place they could go to instead.

Her small, black tipped nose scrunched slightly as Drake leaned in to give the unsuspecting deermod a kiss."You know you keep that up and you won't leave our quarters for some time." She chuckled, bashful batting at the merc, chuckling as she did so." By the way, I see the appeal of these ugly shirts Drake. They are light and comfy." Her smirk fell back to the Foxmod next to her." Cap, learn to relax a bit too eh? It might help you remove that kit sized stick from your hiney, which who knows? You might like…or at least feel better. To each there own if I'm honest."

“Careful about hanging with mom too much then, might end up being an actual kit up there.”, Drake joked with a smirk before turning to Olyv again. “And maybe that’s the goal dear, I need something else to think about other then what I walked in on this morning. Maybe leaving early was for the best, I always feel like a househusband when cooking breakfast, like I got domesticated.”

Soap let Olyv make her jab, and just kept her focus on the ride, not wanting to keep talking right now, if only because she wasn't sure what to say, and didn't want to create more of a headache or mess with opening her mouth more. Especially since she kept putting her foot into it, and shoving it up to her knee in the process.

Olyv huffed in protest,"you never cook for me like that….why not? I could totally do the work, and you could be my loyal househusband, having dinner ready when I return from a long day of corporate life.." Olyv threw her head back dramatically, the back of her hand against her forehead before chuckling, leaning over across Soap's lap, her legs falling into Drake's." Also…don't… feel too bad about it. It's not hard to sleep with Ms.S. it's pretty common actually." She smiled looking into the captain's face.

“I would if you asked, but I suck at sitting still, always got told in class I fidgeted too damn much. I need to be out and doing something, otherwise I go stir crazy, or worse… I start to think.”, was Drake’s only reply at first as hand idly began to rub the legs in his lap. They weren’t far now, and the drive was getting longer then comfortable. “Also you, corporate, sounds like a ponzi scheme with extra steps more like.”

Even as he made the joke, the jeep would take the next turn, which brought them in view of the place he had picked. Dusken-Dough-Nuts, which was a pretty common stop for, you guessed it. Donuts, coffee, and any other grab and go food you could think of for breakfast or lunch. “So, drive through, or you want to go in?”, he asked as they pulled in.

Soap shrugged. "Might as well sit in. No point doing the drive through unless we want to bring a few dozen back to the ship. And last I checked, twins were still off harassing the shipwrights for manuals on drive maintenance, Cate's still bashing her head against a desk trying to get the three different systems we got to cooperate, and the Doc is... I can't remember, was he getting more NDC medical supplies, or visiting a symposium in the city?" She said, actually looking at the pair as she thought about what Theo was doing, but couldn't quite remember.

Olyv hummed at the feeling of the attention she was getting, huffing slightly when the jeep stopped." You sure know how to treat a woman. But at least they have good coffee." Olyv complained lightly before slipping her legs back, sliding out of the vehicle wandering inside.

The busy breakfast spot, had all manner of life waiting for their late morning coffee and confectionery. Waiting in line, she began to tap her foot, looking around at the..target rich environment, seeing many members of the NDC's varying cultures. Several genemods stood in front, but even more interesting stood a few Tumnisians chatting among themselves, while the young man behind the counter took their orders slowly.

“Well you know, no one disagreed or denied when I asked about donuts, you just said find grub. Besides, I got that crepe you loved last time from here. It’s one of their breakfast specials.”, Drake lightly retorted only in mild jest as they entered. He wasn’t at all surprised at the amount of people who were there, it was a pretty decent place, like most found in the capital. Maybe it was being at the economic and political center of things that rubbed off, or perhaps it was just the higher frequency of more reputable business owners. But it was hard to find a relatively bad show in the city, at least in terms of quality, as even those with visibly few seemed well off.

In fact there was a themed cafe he had been wanting to take all of the girls to, and had held off as a special outing sort of idea. A fairy cottage themed one with good food he’d heard about over near the industrial district that was tucked away in an older warehouse. “How about you guys pick what you want, and I’ll stand in line for it, give ya a chance to gossip or something. Since no one got to eat my breakfast, and you followed me, I might as well treat.”, the merc offered as they took in the place still.

Soap shrugged, looked at the menu for a few moments and considered her options. "6 pack, 5 normal 1 chocolate, and a coffee, black." Soap said, spotting an empty table with enough seats for all three of them and heading that way. She opted for one of the window seats, and settled into it, staring out at the city view surrounding the store. "Funny how I still don't feel like I'm part of all this." She muttered, watching the people outside go on with their day as though this was, 'normal'. And she just couldn't see herself as 'normal'. Sure, she was getting better, wasn't seeing herself as broken, but she was still most assuredly an outsider to all of this.

Upon looking over the menu Olyv looked back to her captain and her lover.”I want three of those crepes and the strongest, frilliest coffee they have!” her thin frame jumping at the exclamation before moving toward Soap’s direction, sitting down at the booth. Still watching each potential mark-or person rather. She smiles looking back at Drake, then to her fellow Gene mod.” Don't feel too bad about it there twin turbo, everyone has slept with Drake's mom, it's no secret, but it does bother him more than he lets on. Just give him some time, I'm sure he will come around.” She chuckled again looking back at her boyfriend, “Drake dear! Hurry up you bum!” she half joked, waiting impatiently for him.

Soap shrugged. "I don't feel any less guilty about it. I mean, she's his mom. And he's my employee. His mom literally fucked me. That's gonna taint shit." She replied, keeping her focus on the street outside. "So I'mma gonna try to avoid it happening going forward. If only so I don't feel guilty or dirty about it." She finished.

Olyv chuckled to herself for a moment.” you know foxbait, that doesn't surprise me not one bit.” she sighed heavily, patting the Foxmod between her ears. “I don't think it will mess anything up, just try to stay away from those two if you are by yourself. That woman could suck the soul out of a god themself.” Olyv chuckled once more seeing how bothered the Captain was by everything.

Soap nodded. "We'll have to wait and see. And I don't plan on visiting Kayla again unless Drake or someone else is present. If only so that I ain't getting ambushed as easily as I was this time." She grumped. Turning her gaze to Olyv, her expression displayed the question she was forming in her head. "By the way, how do you know Kaylah? Since you and her acted like you've known each other a while."

The deer mod grinned looking over to the unsuspecting merc and back to her captain.” did you forget that i let her son Nut in me?” i've known their family for quite awhile. I've known her longer than i've known Drake. But Kayla and my mom go way back i guess. But I never really cared.” she chuckled, giving doe eyes back to her partner waiting in line with an over dramatic sigh.

Soap just deadpanned at Olyv as she said that. "No I didn't, but I was curious." She said, before leaning back in her chair. "As it is, just figured I'd find out how screwed I was gonna be via the various angles that I apparently found wide open." She quipped.

Olyv looked back at soap directly." It's up to him I'd say, however, his mom has always been like this, and it's never completely sat well with him. I know you didn't try to hurt him or do it on purpose, in all seriousness. Yes, these situations are awkward and uncomfortable. But we will move forward together, as a team. We need to rely on each other. All of us Cap." Her words trailed off again firing daggers at two of the Tumnisians looking over toward Her Merc." He will speak for himself more often then not, and I will support him even if it kills me."

Soap thought on that and sighed. "Fair enough." She said, glancing back towards what had Olyv glaring, and chuckled. "I should suppose that I ought to make sure I don't get in your way of trying to get with him." She said, figuring the Olyv was probably the jealous sort. Hopefully not the violent type. As it was, she looked over at the line to see how things were with their order.

The younger Deermods fingers began to dig into the table, slightly denting the metal surface as she watched the two carefully, a false smile falling on her visage." Drake dear…I'm glad you came with us, or rather I….YOUR LOVER joined you on this fine day!"

Drake was just receiving their order, when he turned to see what the hell she was on about. A look of confusion as the man tilted his head, before turning back and handing over the charged amount of script. Taking the laden tray, brought it back, “Okay so what are you up to calling weird things at me while I’m at the counter? You’re not sending death threats to people again are you?”

Soap shrugged, lifting her hands in a 'I haven't a clue' fashion to indicate she was just as unsure as Drake was. As it was, she politely took her meal from the tray and settled into the chair. "I'm not sure it's safe for me to say what I'm thinking she is right now, because I very much like staying alive at this precise moment." She stated rather simply and succinctly, before taking a full mouth bite out of her chocolate doughnut. And calmly washing it down with a quick sip at her coffee. She was pretty damned positive that if she said that she thought Olyv was jealous or the sort she would find herself very unpleasantly unalive very quickly.

Olyv's bright golden orbs fell back to her partner."Oh nothing dear, just a few goats eyeing the wrong eye candy that's all" She stood up, taking their food before kissing Drake on the cheek watching the pair that now broke focus getting their food before hurrying out. Olyv scrunched her nose to adjust her glasses, before sitting back down, setting everything out, in a particular fashion, before excitedly waiting to dig in. Seeming to wait for Drake's approval before she began. Her focus now is on the lovely crepes and tall, colored, possibly coffee drink that sits before her.

“No need to wait on me, enjoy, I know you like them.”, Drake answered to her awaiting gaze, before sliding into the booth bench as well. “So…. The job, since it’s about the only topic you're not going to get all coy about. From what she sent me, my younger sister Lilian needs help moving some riskier goods down to the galactic south. Seems another Hassani nation sprung up there, called the Republic of Huzar. First I’ve heard of ‘em.” Taking out a tablet, he began to pull up a map that was publicly cataloged of the area of space. At least one he had taken the time to compile with those from other sources.

With added info from the UNS, and even NPS bought on the black market, had a more complete map then what most had public access to. Only if for the only reason of the fact that the NDC in the last 50 years, had only been able to explore so much. Pointing to an area on said map, drew a circle with his finger and the draw tool. “So roughly this area here, and they are only marginally cleaner then like Tortuga as far as I’ve heard from the note she left with this order.”, he added.

"I've heard rumor 'bout them. Couple of runners I know swung down that way to avoid some CDF pricks and damned near got caught by some navy group flying some new flag. Didn't match any colonial one on record, so guess was other group out here." Soap said, shrugging. "Though, weirdly enough, to quote the runners, they were slower than NDC ships in real space. No clue on wormhole jumps." Soap finished, biting into her next doughnut. And sipping her coffee. "Still, it's likely to be a hell of a roundabout route, since we were looking at a job swinging us to Tortuga before your mother waylaid me."

Olyv, eagerly digging into her sweet crepes, choked hard as she aspirated a piece while Soap spoke. Coughing hard as she tried to control her breathing between broken laughs and the lack of air, before finally swallowing the piece taking a deep breath, and a large gulp of her "coffee" drink." Ohhhh man, i….I almost died….So…we head into a semi unknown area and back route a way to circumvent a new Hassani nation? For….your half sister right?" Olyvs question fell back to Drake as the initial question was to confirm the plan.

“Yep, running something there. Also waylaid is a funny way of saying bed laid.”, Drake said with a small teasing smirk. “Guess it’s a new place to wear tropical shirts to, and look like a tourist in. At least we won’t have to worry about the ship blending in, or language barriers.” The grin turned into a smile as he took one of his own cake donuts, and his cup of strong tea in the other hand. “Hey, who knows, maybe we’ll find a whole new market and even more jobs as runners. Lil did say that as far as she knows, there are only maybe one, or two other runners who know how to make the trip.”

"Sounds good to me. Plus getting that 'first in the door' cred is always useful, especially if we have to do grey market trips like this one is sounding to be. Or is it black?" Soap mused, then pause and directed her gaze to Drake. "And I mean black as in on the receiving end of things, not the outgoing. Though that'd be a concern too."

Olyv laughed again so hard it sounded as though a deer had made their bleating noise, as her face became redder than her hair." I cannot be around you two, the comedy will kill me…to DEATH!" She snorted before going back to quickly eating her crepes trying to ignore the funny looks that were now befallen the trio.

“Oh my, receiving and not outgoing. Sounds like a certain fox mod I know, guess we’ll have to buy you one of those vital alarm fobs for the next time you drop yourself in the shower.”, Drake added intentionally, hoping to coax another of those cute sounds out of his girlfriend. “Though I guess our shitty jokes are probably one of the better ways to go. Maybe not if they’re from the doc, his sense of humor is as dry as my prospects of getting a normal job.”

"Yeah well, I'm just glad most of the crew learned very quickly not to piss him off." Soap remarked, thinking to the few times the Doc actually got pissed enough to storm out of the medbay. "So, once we finish eating, we'll probably need to round up the crew and get ready for a trip. Drake, if I recall the early noises from our friend, Curtin Tail, cargo's not gonna be in Obsidian or Skylador, right? Did he mention to you where it would be?" Soap asked, hoping to try and work out in her head the route they'd likely need to take.

“Oh they said it would be at the main port on Vaigrif, stored in warehouse 2B. He already forwarded the receipt ticket for withdrawal of the cargo. Also that regen treatment for my forehead was thankfully free, thanks to staying out of the hospital enough to have the points for a freebie. But that being said, I assume we’re heading out as soon as we’re done here?”, Drake replied before forwarding said ticket to the captain. “Think we should buy the Aasimar some reinforced shirts before we go?”

"Screw shirts. We're getting her some of those super elastic tops I've seen a few folks here in Obsidian use with busts pushing into her scale. Then we don't have to worry about runaway button bullets." Soap remarked, snorting.

Olyv looked up as she finished the sweet breakfast, a spot of cream at the corner of her mouth. Looking to her partner, she pointed her fork menacingly." That fat chested asteroid rack having techie, better stay off..it's bad enough I have to fight the twins off with a bat…or a gat. But for your health." She trailed a hand from his thigh up to his shirt, deftly picking the wallet from his pocket as she stood up, swiping the cream from the corner of her mouth dabbing it against his nose. before standing in line again, to order another one of her caffeinated sugary concoctions.