>Kathryn filler.
Kathryn Janeway looked around her at the thing she guessed she would have to call a store. It looked more like a rat hole to her. But, if there was one thing she had learned in the Delta Quadrant, it was to not dismiss what someone might be able to get for you simply on how their store looked. Because sometimes, rats managed to drag the shiniest of things to their nest.
In fact, the entire starbase has something of a seedy look to it. But she had put that down to people waiting for the other shoe to drop. The base was neutral territory in a war-ravaged area of space. Everyone was expecting that eventually one of the parties would take control of the base by force. So nobody was wasting good money on things like paint or carpets.
Instead the base was filled with all kind of traders that had taken up residence in, what it seemed, every free room to be found. The amount of traders was so big because a lot of them were selling the same thing but were aligned to the faction where they got their goods. And so a trader from faction A would not sell to a buyer from faction B. But that was alright, because a buyer from faction B would rather be caught dead, no pun intended, than buying from someone from faction A.
There were of course the bigger areas that were also once designed as stores. But there were a lot of small stores that were located in what were clearly designed as living places. The reasoning had seemed simple. Not many people wanted to live on the base unless they had to be there to make a living. And thus those empty and perfectly fine space had become small stores where individuals tried to sell just whatever they had managed to gain by...
Well, Kathryn really didn't want to wonder too much about the how they got stuff. Because interesting enough it were those small stores that were helping to fix Voyager. Oh, the big stores were great for the obvious stuff normally bought in bulk. She had for instance gotten a great deal on unrefined duranium in the biggest store on the base because their faction happened to own a moon that had some of the richest duranium deposits ever heard off, and so on, and so forth. Kathryn had smartly not asked further because she had managed to get the metal at a price that was only half of what they had to pay for it the last time they needed it.
And now the second biggest company on the base was purifying the metal and turning it into the hundred percent pure ingots that were normally used in the industrial replicator to save energy. Because if you used ingots, the replicator only had to rearrange the material to make the parts you needed. But if you didn't have the ingots the, replicator had to make it by turning energy into matter, which cost about a thousand percent more energy. All round it was easier if you had ingots to use as base material.
But it were the small stores that had proven resourceful in getting the more specialized things Voyager needed. The problem was that none of them had a steady inventory. You had to ask one, who might not have what you need but would know someone who would know someone that might know someone that does happen to have it. And if you managed to find what you needed it was often a single item quantity. Still, while it did take a lot of asking around, it was proving quite efficient in getting Voyager repaired. Because Kathryn hadn't heard a single time yet, 'we can't get that'. Only, 'you should ask my buddy'.
The furniture in the store was made up by old supply crates that apparently had simply been emptied and then turned over so that they could function as tables. Kathryn had been here the day before to place her order. She had been told that the trader had the part they needed, but that it would take a day before it could be delivered from storage.
So, there she stood, waiting for the costumer in front of her to finish her task. But apparently things weren’t going smoothly.
"Look Brann," the woman in front of her said in a mix between frustration and desperation, "We had a deal. I ordered that part on my way here. You knew I was coming in."
Kathryn leaned against one of the crates as she listened to the conversation. While she was doing so she let her eyes drift over the woman. She chuckled to herself. She had learned long ago how to be the good Captain. She kept her private life very private.
When she was dating B'Elanna she didn't hide the fact that they were in a relationship, but she also rarely showed any signs of public affection. For a while she had thought that this had been what had finally brought the Klingon to put an end to the relationship. But B'Elanna had clearly said what the problem was, and from it Kathryn had known that it would be no use to try and rekindle the relationship because the one thing that B'Elanna hated, the secrets, was the one thing a Captain could not give up.
Now she was... involved... with Seven, people guessed that they had sex, but there had never been any clear signs. Sure, Seven spent a lot of time in Kathryn's quarters, but it could actually be that all they did was really only talk. But no, people assumed that they were having sex. That they assumed right for once was beside the point. They assumed, and because of that the talk was only quiet rumors in quiet places if the ship; scared that the talk would get back to the Captain otherwise.
And now, anyone looking at her would only have seen a somewhat bored expression as she waited her turn. While in reality she was guiltily not minding at all that the discussion was going on. It gave her all the more time to take in the very sexy shapes of the woman in front of her. She was slender and tall. About a full head taller than Kathryn while her shoulder with had to be pretty much the same. She decided that the woman's lean body best fitted that of a long distance runner. Kathryn hedonistically fully admitted to herself that she would love to test the woman's stamina in a more horizontal position.
The woman's skin color was a dark gray/blue shade. An unusual skin color, but it somehow suited the stranger extremely well. The darkness of the skin was even a few shades darker than Tuvok's. Just that, or maybe actually because, it was a totally different color it made the tall beauty look mysterious and exotic, and Kathryn decided that she liked it.
Kathryn tilted her head a little as she took a little longer to take in the woman's very shapely behind. It was quite interestingly shaped actually. Just as the rest of the body it radiated firm and fit, and yet it stuck out a bit more than you would expect from such a lean body. Something Kathryn could clearly see because the behind was covered in form fitting pants of shiny black leather that left little to imagination. At least, Kathryn guessed that it was made from real animal skin. The pants had an interesting cut in that they dipped down on the back. You could see on the sides that the pants rested on her hips, but after that they dipped down so much that it stopped only just where the roundness of the butt cheeks started.
But the most interesting thing, besides the fact that it was a behind worth staring at, was that the woman actually had a tail. That it was real was proven by the fact that it moved back and forth ever so slightly with the woman's body movements. It was located just above the butt cheeks; and was more than likely the end of her spine. The tail was only long enough to reach to just above knee level. It was about as thick as Kathryn's wrist at the base and then tapered down to a pointy tip at the end. Hairless and the same color as the rest of the skin, Kathryn thought it actually looked... well, damn cute was really the best description for it.
Though hairless, there were a few gold colored metal hoops on it, and Kathryn guessed them to be real gold decorations. She wondered why they didn't fall off the tapering tail, but she had to admit that they definitely added positively to the overall image. The tail was probably one of the reasons why the woman was wearing such low cut pants. After all, it was easier to have these pants that dipped a bit in the back and went under the tail, than having pants made with a hole in them to allow for the tail.
Her eyes drifted up a bit. The woman's middle was bare, showing even more of the interestingly colored skin, before reaching her top, which was also of the same shiny leather. Kathryn knew that leather was a material that not everyone could wear right. Nobody would dispute that B'Elanna radiated 'tough' without even trying. And yet the Klingon rarely wore leather because she felt that she looked stupid in it. But this alien, now she could wear leather. She made it look like she was born to it.
Kathryn moved to another crate, which just happened to be to the side of the stranger. Ah, that explained it. From the side there was more of a curve to the body than seen in most Humanoids. Especially in women you could normally see the S shape of the spine, which was enhanced because the breasts and behind stuck out and counterbalanced each other. With this woman the form was even more prominent. The behind stuck out more, and then the body curved to the front where her stomach stuck out a bit.
It seemed to work on the stranger and made her even more exotic. Kathryn had to admit that she liked it. Even more so because the body form was greatly in favor of her breasts. They weren’t big, Kathryn guessed them to be a B cup or maybe a small C cup at best, but because her upper body angled back a bit so that most of the body mass was centered over the legs, the breasts were pushed up a bit by the very slender and sexy looking stomach. The result was a chest that looked very ample, and at the same time didn't break up the flowing lines of the body.
All in all the form gave the impression of flexibility, like a spring was built into the body. Now Kathryn could see more of the profile of the woman's legs, and it explained the form. While clearly a Humanoid, a very damn sexy Humanoid actually, her feet were quite different than most Humanoids. They were more like that seen in animals like cats and dogs, where the ankle was located halfway between the foot and the knee; which completed the image of a curved line passing thorough the body. Seen from the side, the body first moved to the frond, where it then curved back in the stomach area, to then curve once more at the behind, to curve once again at the knees, and then a final time at the ankle.
Kathryn guessed the part that would be called the foot, to be thirty centimeters long and most of it was angled up at a forty-five degree angle. Which basically meant that the woman was standing on her toes only. It also told Kathryn that besides very flexible the woman had to have a perfect sense of balance because despite the stand she swayed less than Kathryn herself did when she stood unsupported. In fact, the only real movement Kathryn could see was from the movements she made as she talked, which was done quite temperamental. Hands were used to empathize words, eyes were rolled. It reminded Kathryn a lot of B'Elanna when she was angry.
Then she frowned. No, there was something not quite right with those feet. The pants were tucked into something that looked like boots that covered the entire foot until the first joint. But what Kathryn had first assumed to be the soles of the boots weren’t actually connected to the boots. Plus they were oval shaped and not toe shaped. Then realization set in. The stranger wasn't standing on her toes; she was standing on her hoofs! It was the first time ever that Kathryn could remember seeing a humanoid with hoofs. Cleft hooves even.
The woman glanced at her and Kathryn realized that she had been caught staring. But she didn't mind it too much, because it was worth it to see those amazing eyes. They were light gray, but because of the dark skin color they looked almost white. Even the pupil was almost of that color. They were only just a little darker so that you could still clearly see them, but if you only glanced at her eyes you would think her eyes were completely light gray without pupil at all.
Now that the woman was looking directly at her, Kathryn noticed one more thing. Kathryn had already seen that the woman had black shoulder length hair, but what was more amazing was to see that she also had horns in that same color. They started just at the hair line and swooped back half around and half over her head, like they had been combed back with the hair. It was probably the reason why Kathryn hadn't noticed them until now.
"Sorry for staring, you have a really interesting body shape," Kathryn said, deciding that by being totally honest, it would also sound very innocent.
"Draenei," the woman said, "That's my specie's name. We, we are few left, and as such we are seen as curiosities."
"In other words, I'm not the first to gape at you," Kathryn said amused, and in the back of her mind she decided that no matter how sexy and exotic the woman looked, the absolute sexiest thing about her had to be her accent. As a child Kathryn liked to watch old holo-files of Human folklore stories. Some of them were centered around vampires, and they tended to always speak with an accent much like that of the woman. The 'r' sounds rolled, while the 'w' sounds were just a bit stretched out. And the woman's long eyeteeth only enhanced the idea of a vampire. "Sorry for interrupting. Please do go on."
The woman gave a short nod and turn back to the store owner. "My part, Brann?"
The trader lifted his hands a little. "Time's up, Onarsa."
"But I gave you a down payment," the woman argued.
Onarsa, Kathryn filed the name away, she had a feeling, or at least hoped, that she would receive bonus points at some point for knowing the name.
The trader pointed to one wall without saying a word. Kathryn followed the pointing finger and saw something written in big bold letters on a large board. She recognized the letters enough to know that it was the same language used all over the starbase. With so many warring factions in this part of space, all with their own language, you needed some universal language that all knew. Even with universal translators, you sometimes needed to be able to talk and read the same language. Of course, nobody wanted to be seen knowing the language of an enemy, so the universal language used was one not used natively by any of the factions. She wondered if it was the language of one of the species that had been exterminated in the ongoing war. And then got her question answered by the ongoing discussion.
"You can read that, right?" The trader finally asked as the silence dragged on just a bit too long.
Onarsa looked at him with anger clearly playing on her handsome face. "Of course I can. It's my own damn language!"
Kathryn casually lifted the PADD she had with her. She made it look like she was reading something, but in reality aimed the build-in camera at the wall and let the universal translator translate the written text to something she could understand.
'All sales are final. All down payments are void if goods are not picked up within the agreed timeframe.'
Kathryn had the distinct feeling that in this situation 'void' meant that you didn't get your money back.
"But I know you still have it," Onarsa insisted. "So you cheap bastard just want the full price again and pocket my down payment."
"Not a bad idea actually," Brann the trader said, pretending to be thoughtful. "But this time I can't sell it to you because it's already been sold to someone else. Sorry Onarsa, but you were supposed to pick it up last week."
Onarsa slashed her hand through the air as if cutting something in half. "Last week I was on Azeroth Prime, waiting for them to clear my ship for departure. It seems that they got a tip that Draenei runners were smuggling drake whelps off their planet. Surely you had nothing to do with that tip, right?"
Brann chuckled. "Do I look that stupid? Half my goods come from that planet, and I know how they think about smuggling stuff off-world."
"Give me my damn resonator, Brann," Onarsa shouted, clearly losing the little patience she had left.
Brann shrugged, not at all impressed by the short temper. Not that he had any illusions that he could take on the Draenei; they were known for being extremely tough and resilient. But Brann had the utmost confidence in the guard that he employed and that already had his hand on his disrupter, waiting only on a signal from Brann. "You know that I would sell it to you if it was still for sale, Onarsa. But I have a different buyer and unless she doesn't want it, she has first picking."
"Fine, tell me who it is and I'll go deal with her."
Brann laughed. "Come now, Onarsa, you know I don't give up the names of costumers. But tell you what, you stick around in the store a bit and you might just meet her."
"Fine," Onarsa said as she threw up her hands and stalked off to one of the other crates.
Stalked was actually a really good word for how she walked. Because of her legs and high ankle she had a springy bounce to her steps. As if she was quietly stalking some prey. It surprised Kathryn to notice that even though the woman had hooves, she hardly made a sound while walking. But then she guessed that an animal that made sound when walking would be killed off long before it could evolve into a humanoid. Walking silently had probably been one of Onarsa's ancestor's first survival skills.
Brann looked at Kathryn and produced a broad 'next costumer' smile as if Kathryn hadn't noticed the argument mere moments before. "Ah, Captain Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager,"
Kathryn chuckled. Apparently Brann had gone to the same school of 'names are important, so remember them' that Kathryn had.
"You are here for your order?" Brann continued. "It came in from storage only two hours ago."
Kathryn glanced at the now ignored Onarsa, who was leaning against one of the crates much like Kathryn had done moments before. Now that she could see the stranger fully from the front she decided that this one definitely knew how to wear leather. Kathryn really, really, felt the urge to growl, grunt, or whistle. But she was a Captain and so she didn't. She looked back at Brann and nodded. "Yes, I set up a base account. I heard traders prefer it over getting physical currency?"
"Oh we like real currency just fine," Brann disagreed. "The problem is that each faction in this area of space has its own currency and would much rather be caught dead then use the money of one of its enemies. So we have the starbase accounts. Everyone can come in and pay their kind of money at the exchange stations and get base credit. Then the traders that go out for new supplies use base credits to buy the real money from the faction they are heading to."
"And the base charges interest back and front," Onarsa mumbled under her breath.
Brann glanced at her before looking back at Kathryn. "True, she is right. But the base has to pay its bills and we prefer this way instead of them coming up with strange ideas like starting to charge taxes. You can transfer the credits over here. The system is set up to charge it to my account. All you need to do is log into your account and agree an amount. It's perfectly safe, I assure you."
"Yeah, because base security executes anyone found abusing the system on the spot," Onarsa added once more.
"Well, there is that," Brann agreed. "But it works. Please do charge your credits, Captain."
"Sure, as soon as I see the goods," Kathryn said amused. "I'm well used to trade. And if I just pay for a resonator, there is nothing that says I actually asked for a working one, right?"
Brann put a hand over where, Kathryn assumed, his heart was. "Oh, you wound me, Captain."
"Hey," Onarsa exclaimed shooting up from her lounging position, "You bought my resonator?"
"I don't know, did I?" Kathryn asked. "I'm sure there is more than one kind of resonator, and more than one for sale on this base."
"No there isn't," Onarsa disagreed. "Why you think I had to order it?"
"Then I guess I just got lucky," Kathryn countered.
Onarsa stalked closer, making good use of her height to tower over Kathryn. "That resonator is mine." Then she paused, as if only reluctantly thinking of something else. "But, I'm willing to compensate you for its cost."
"How generous," Kathryn said, clearly showing that she wasn't impressed by the suggested deal at all.
"First offer, first offer," Onarsa assured. "Surely we can come to an agreement. I need that resonator. My old one is acting up and I can only run my ship at two third of its speed. Not good for a runner."
Kathryn puckered her lips in thought. "Hmm, maybe we can get lucky here. What's wrong with the resonator you have?"
"It's acting up," Onarsa repeated. "It has had its time."
"More details please," Kathryn insisted and, and then explained, "You see, I don't actually need the entire resonator. I only need one part of it, but I could only get it by getting the resonator."
"What part do you need?" Onarsa asked warily, her accent making the words roll.
A part deep inside Kathryn wondered if Onarsa could purr. It just had to sound sexy as hell. Then Kathryn's schooling asked for attention and reminded her that people couldn't have accents if you heard their voice through the universal translator. Brann sounded like he had spoken Federation his entire life for instance, even though he was probably talking in the language his faction used all over the base. So the interesting reverberation had to come from how the throat was formed, and not from an accent.
"The calibrator crystal," Kathryn explained.
Onarsa pulled her head back a little in surprise. "Woman, you can buy those separate."
"I know," Kathryn assured. "The problem is that supply has been scares the last couple of weeks. Something about the war shifting to one of the planets?" She glanced at Brann, indicating that way who had given her that information. "I was told that waiting for a new crystal could take anything from one day to one month. But there were certain parts that were assured delivery that had the crystal in it."
"I see," Onarsa said, crossing her arms. "And you propose?"
"I was told that the resonator is used, but in very good condition," Kathryn informed. "Of course, 'good condition' is all in the definition. So here is what I suggest. You need a resonator, I only need the crystal. I got one in the resonator I bought. But maybe the crystal in your resonator is not causing the problems and is actually better than mine. So I suggest that we compare them, I get the best crystal and you can have the rest of the resonator, which is of no use to me."
"And if your resonator has the better crystal?" Onarsa wondered.
"Then we would take the crystal out, and be more than willing to sell the rest of the to us useless resonator to someone that might be able to use it."
"And if the crystal in the resonator is junk, and mine is good?" Onarsa reasoned. "Then I would get new parts, but my hyper drive would still be unstable at best, deadly at worst."
"But you would have new parts that you can put a new crystal in once you get it and you would still benefit, just that you would have to wait for a new crystal to arrive, just like you will have to wait for a new resonator now. Kathryn shrugged. "It's your choice to make. You can decline the deal if it's no good. And then you still wouldn't have lost much because if it's so bad you wouldn't have been able to use the resonator in your ship anyway."
Onarsa paused for a moment, clearly thinking about the suggestion. Finally she agreed, "You have a good argument. Why don't you get the resonator so that we can leave this place and see if we can make a deal?"
Kathryn smirked. "Tell me, you seem like a rather... resourceful... character. Surely you wouldn't be thinking of hitting me over the head once we are out of here and take the resonator?"
"Of course not," Onarsa assured.
"Uh hu," Kathryn said as she nodded to Brann to indicate that he could go get the part.
"Really," Onarsa assured as she came closer, her body brushing against Kathryn's. "I'm more sophisticated than that. Now, seducing you into bed and then take it and run once I wore you out until you can't move anymore. That would be an option."
Years of practice came to Kathryn's help and she managed not to blush. "Busted, eh?"
"Your eyes do have a tendency to wander if you think someone isn't looking," Onarsa explained. "I saw you, but don't worry, your secret is safe. Most Humanoids have peripheral vision that is not as good as the main field of focus. So they wouldn't have noticed. But we Draenei don't have peripheral vision. All we see is equally sharp to us. It is convenient at times."
"It's not a secret," Kathryn assured. "I don't hide the fact that I like both genders, but prefer women. I just normally prefer not to be seen gaping at people. I am the Captain of my ship, and have an image to uphold."
Onarsa took a step away from her, and Kathryn realized that eyes weren't the only good sense about the tall woman. Clearly her hearing was excellent as well. Because a moment later Brann came back and Kathryn just knew Onarsa must have heard him coming.
Brann put a box on one of the crates and opened it. "As you can see, as good as new."
"Yes, you cleaned it very well," Onarsa spoke up.
Brann scowled at her, but didn't play the wounded honest trader this time. He knew that neither of them would buy that anyway.
Kathryn took the Engineering tricorder from its holster on her hip and moved it over the device in the box.
"What's that?" Onarsa asked curiously.
Kathryn hesitated for a moment. It wasn't exactly that the people in this area of space were proverbial cavemen. They had starships, and even this starbase showed that they were advanced people. They had faster than light speeds for their ships, though they preferred to call it hyper drive. But it just meant that their speeds were achieved by a different kind of engine.
But it was clear that they were not completely as evolved as the Federation. The ongoing war had resulted in generations of focusing on ship, shield, and weapons development. So much so that they could put Voyager in such a state that she needed repairs. But Kathryn had noticed a distinct lack in other things. Things that made life easier. Things there were normally evolved in peace time because it did nothing important, made no difference other than make everyday life easier for people.
'But,' Kathryn guessed, 'surely these people must know hand scanners, just maybe not as advanced as a tricorder.' So out loud she said, "It's a handheld scanner. It will give me a scan of the device and tell me if it's functional. One of my Engineers will then later have to do the full inspection. But the scanner can tell me if it will work, just not how good it will work."
"Interesting," Onarsa said as she peeked over Kathryn's shoulder at the scanner.
Kathryn noticed it, and realized that with this woman it actually fit. It was often said 'look over the shoulder', but normally it only meant that the eyes were just high enough to see ahead at what the other person was looking at. But since Onarsa was literally a full head taller than Kathryn she could actually look over the shoulder and down at the tricorder. Kathryn looked up at the almost white eyes. "I'm one meter and sixty centimeters. You must be close to two meters tall."
"One-eighty-six," Onarsa corrected, her mouth close to Kathryn's ear. It made a shiver run down the short woman's spine. "So, what does it say?"
Kathryn knew that she had found a master at the game she herself always played. She knew that even to Bran who was only a meter away, the situation would look totally harmless. Just two people looking at a scanner. But Kathryn knew for sure that Onarsa had to know only too well what kind of affect she was having. After all, why else keep standing that close, and speaking with that damn sexy voice so close to Kathryn's ear?
Kathryn managed to focus back on the tricorder. "It indicates that it's a functional device and that the part I need is inside." She looked at Brann. "Alright, show me where I can transfer the credits."
Brann gestured to a wall-mounted device at the back wall and headed that way. Kathryn started to follow and noticed that Onarsa wasn't moving back. Since Kathryn was standing so close to the crate, it meant that she had to brush past the taller woman. Well, brush was a too innocent word for the full body contact, no matter how short it was. Kathryn could feel the woman's breast brush over her back and locked her jaw to stop the groan from escaping. But as she moved away she heard the soft chuckle that told her that at least one person in the store knew only too well what kind of affect the gray/blue skinned beauty had on her.
Kathryn paid for the device and finally turned to look at her torturer. "Do you want to be contacted once we have the crystal out?"
"Hmm," Onarsa said thoughtful, making Kathryn's eyebrows shoot up.
Damn it, the woman really could purr. Because the last part of that 'hmm' had definitely ended in a purr.
"Why don't I come with you while you bring it to your ship?" Onarsa finally suggested. "Then while your Engineers have a look at it, you can come over to my ship and scan my crystal to see if you can use it?"
"Alright," Kathryn agreed after a moment of hesitation.
Once they were in the hallways, Onarsa noted. "It's a shame really."
"What is?" Kathryn asked.
"That you didn't take my hint of me paying for the resonator between the sheets," Onarsa pointed out boldly. "You see, I don't mind paying for stuff with my body, if the business partner is cute enough. But now we entered into a deal where that is not involved and that makes us non-physical business partners. And sadly, I don't mix business with pleasure."
"A shame," Kathryn said, really enjoying the com-on. It was so rare that people flirted with her.
Onarsa nodded. "It is. There aren’t that many people around that can boast that they slept with a Draenei." She smirked before adding, "It's the hoofs and horns. Oh, and the tail, definitely not forget that. It makes people really want to get lucky with us. I'm my own most valuable commodity. People do anything to get me naked. You would not believe some of the offers I received over the years. One guy actually signed over his entire cargo to me once, just for me to treat him to a striptease with no touching. Granted, the cargo would have soiled before he would have reached his destination, but he could have still asked me a nice price for it. But no, he preferred to see me dance."
Kathryn looked at the tall woman and had to admit that she might be very tempted to do a lot for such a striptease as well. "I assume he was happy with the deal, since he did sign it over?"
"Very," Onarsa assured. "I liked him, and the fact that he didn't ask for me. So I gave him a show I'm willing to bet he remembers for the rest of his life. It seems people just love how we Draenei can move to the right music. Maybe they see us as some kind of succubus."
"Maybe," Kathryn admitted. Remembering that she used that same word not too long ago. But yes, it was a fitting description of Onarsa. Well, besides the fact that Kathryn definitely wouldn't call Onarsa demonic. All the more seductive and tempting though.
"But then, our business deal shouldn't last too long," Onarsa added, looking down at Kathryn with a dazzling smile. "Are you involved with someone? Because if you are, maybe we should have further business talks on my ship. Maybe we can find a payment method that is... satisfying to both of us."
Kathryn laughed. "Anyone ever told you that you are quite bold?"
"It's one of my more adorable features," Onarsa countered. "That, plus sometimes I feel generous. I can see you are just itching to get your hands on my body. And as long as it's fun for me, why not? It's been a while and you are of a species I haven't been with yet and I would be interested in finding out all your... interesting points."
"You truly do very much intrigue me," Kathryn admitted. "I like sensual curves, and I have never seen curves as yours. And yet they work really well for you."
"And the horns, right. Women go wild for them," Onarsa purred. "It's like they say, she is a devil in bed? Well, I already have the horns."
"And there is that," Kathryn admitted with a chuckle. "But I actually find the tail sexy as hell."
"Really?" Onarsa asked as she looked over her shoulder. The tail whisked up and she took it in her hand, showing that if she wanted to she could move it consciously just like any other appendage. "Why? It's the shape isn't it? So many possibilities. It's actually quite sensitive, you know?" She trailed a finger down the tail to the pointy tip. "I feel soft touches like this. And I feel temperatures with it. Mmm, can you imagine how great it feels to me if a woman uses it to,"
By now Kathryn had lost, and was blushing. So Onarsa finished with a teasing, "Places a few kisses on it after kissing my nicely shaped ass?"
Kathryn chuckled. "Ah, I see that you know your looks as well."
"Oh yes," Onarsa assured before noting, "Remember, I consider myself my greatest commodity. Supply and demand is part of my business. We Draenei are few, and you can divide that number by two to see just how few Draenei women are left. So supply is low, which mean that demand is high. Trust me, I know my looks and I put a lot of effort into them. I took just as much time buying and matching this set of clothing than I did buying a new replicator for my ship's mess hall. Luckily we Draenei don't have to worry about our body weight like most humanoids do. We can actually regulate how much calories we born within reason."
Onarsa waved a hand to indicate her body. "This is worth a lot of money, and I have used it to pay more than one bill." The she came back to the question she had asked originally. "So you are involved, since you don't say your aren’t."
"And you would object if I am?" Kathryn countered.
After a moment of thought, Onarsa shrugged. "Eh, not really, I would still stand by my offer. It would just change the image I have of you. We Draenei are known for being very perceptive, and you simply strike me as someone that would keep the feelings of a partner in mind."
"This way," Kathryn said as she indicated one of the side corridors. "And to answer your question, would you believe that I'm not involved romantically but do have a friend with who I make love regularly?"
Onarsa nodded. "Ah, I see. So she would not object to you having sex with someone else?"
Kathryn shook her head. "To her it would be irrelevant, as long as I would not deny her because I'm off having sex with someone else. We are friends, and we both like to have sex. But we simply aren’t in love. We both know that we are enjoying the sex until something better comes along for one of us."
But that doesn't cover you sleeping with me and then going back to her," Onarsa noted.
"No, but I would tell her about it," Kathryn assured. Then she chuckled. "Knowing her, she might actually ask me to invite you to my quarters when she is there as well so that the two of you so that she could, um, get to know you as well."
"You think, or you whish?" Onarsa asked amused.
"Think," Kathryn said amused. "As casual as her and my interaction should, I do know preferences. And for both her and me the three way thing just doesn't sound right. One on one is way more fun. Nah, she would probably kick me out the door."
"And then afterwards, once I'm gone, apologize in length for kicking you out of your own quarters she that she and I could have some fun," Onarsa guessed amused.
Kathryn pointed at the tall woman. "Now that, sounds exactly like my friend." The she sighed. "But to be honest, I'm kinda hoping for her that our arrangement will be over soon."
"Getting tired of her?" Onarsa wondered.
Kathryn shook her head. "Oh, far from it, let me assure you. Very far from it. I'm very happy and very relaxed these days, if you know what I mean. But as I said, she is a friend, and I think she deserves better. There is another crew member, a former lover of mine, this time as in a full relationship lover."
Onarsa dipped her head to indicate that she understood what Kathryn meant.
"She broke up with me before I and my other friend started our agreement, in case you wonder," Kathryn continued, somehow finding that she had to explain herself to this intriguing stranger. "But we are still friends, and I think the two of them would really make a great couple, if they ever get over thinking that they hate each other. So I'm trying to get them together."
Onarsa put a hand on Kathryn's shoulder, stopping her. She nodded to a side corridor. "There is a little diner down that way. Why down we grab something to eat while you explain that hate part to me?"
Kathryn chuckled. "I guess it does sound strange if you don't know them. Alright, I could eat a bit. Lead the way."
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