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Starlina Edessa, notorious pirate, Captain of the Fortune's Razor, rolled a red silk garter up her leg to rest high on her taught thigh. In her stateroom she stood in a matching, red silk thong, a tiny bow sitting on her tail bone, and a strapless bra that blended with he caramel shade of her skin. Her thick mane of ebony curls hung loose to her waist, floating behind her as she sat at a small vanity to put on her make up. Not too much, a little mascara and eye liner to make her cocoa eyes brighter and bigger. A touch of rouge and red lipstick. As she lightly blotted her lips a knock sounded at her door. "Enter!" She called out. The door swung open and a young man stormed in. He was lighter in shade than the woman, but with the same almond eyes, neat nose, and dark hair. Poor thing had gotten his father's ears that stuck out a little, which was why he wore is hair down and long to hide them.
"Augh! What the fuck Star?" He hollered, throwing an arm over his eyes. "I'm blinded!" Star scoffed as she slipped the post of fine, gold, hoop earrings into her ear lobes.
"Stop being a baby Brishan. What do you want?" She opened a small drawer that held her collection of perfumes.
Brishan stayed at the far end of the room, arm still over his eyes. "You sure this is a good idea? I mean…sneaking into the ball is bad enough but getting him to help us? What if he kills you? Or tries to arrest you?"
Star rolled her eyes at Brishan as she selected a scent. A soft, almost earthy fragrance with just a hint of sweet summer. "We've been over this…we need help to find that thing and what pirate band are we gonna trust huh? I ain't havin' no murderin', rapin', scallywags on my vessel. At least he's got some honor."
"Puh…same honor that tried to blow us up like…a million times?" Brishan moaned and lamented at the memories. "Most of the time so you could just tweak his nose and and and and flirt."
"Listen," she said as she stood up. Even without heels she was tall for a woman, her limbs long and strong. She took a few strides to stand in front of her brother, reached out to hug him. Brishan resisted at first but finally relented. "This is for us, yeah? All of us. With this score we can retire, comfortably. Maybe you can settled down with-" She was cut off as Brishan wriggled from her grasp.
"Don't bring Gwen into this," he hissed, still keeping an arm over his eyes. The siblings stood in silence for a time. Finally Brishan heaved a sigh. "Fine, fine fine. But if he kills you…I get everything."
Star threw her head back and laughed, a throaty and musical laugh that made her body shake. "Yeah I guess you do. Now get out of here before you actually do go blind. I'll see you later tonight." With that she ushered him out of the room, she had to finish getting ready. A long sparkling dress in a brilliant ruby color. She wriggled into it carefully. It clung to her flat stomach and the dips in her sides, hugged the round swell of her bottom, and clutched at her chest held up by, more than likely, some kind of sorcery. The back dropped low, exposing her tawny flesh all the way to the small of her back. A long slit opened at her left leg, letting the hint of the garter peek through. Finally, a pair of heels, just as brilliant, red, and bejeweled as the dress. She was ready to do battle.
Star strode confidently in her heels, back straight, hips swaying with every movement. It was a short enough walk, even for a woman in heels. The fine establishment, holding a ball, was her target, one for private and public militias. She slowed as she made her approach, scanning for a likely victim. It wasn't hard to find. A gangly youth, all dressed up in his big boy uniform, the golden bar of the lowest ranking officer in the Imperial Navy. His straw colored hair was combed neatly under his cap. Perfect.
She continued walking, adjusting her stride to turn. Star strode right into the youth. She made a show of tilting and wobbling, putting her hands out. While she was the one who grabbed the young ensign, by all accounts it looked like he was the one that caught her. She saw his eyes go wide, drifting up and down her form as he held her. A feigned look of surprise and gratefulness painted her face. "Oh…" she said, putting a hand to the voluptuous swell of her chest, letting her fingers graze down her sternum to continue drawing his eye. "My what a gentleman," she purred softly. Her other hand rested behind the kid's head, fingers brushing at the nape of his neck. "Thank you for the rescue."
"Oh…huh…uhm…y-you're welcome?" The young man stammered. Ever wild dream of any young man was suddenly coming true. Coming true for him. The woman dropped out of seemingly no where, ever for grateful for a rescue.
Star took her time, eyeing the young man, making a show of her 'appreciation' for him. "A man in uniform, I should have guessed. Are you heading into this ball?" Her eyes lifted to his, though remained slightly hooded.
"Ye-yes ma'am," he replied, slowly standing to right both of them. Though even standing Star kept her hand on the back of his neck. She stood eye to eye with the lad.
"Ma'am, you don't have to be so formal with me. I'm Gwen. You know, I was heading in myself, care to escort a lady?" She leaned in, giving him a small peck on the cheek.
"Oh, hum, yes I-I'd be delighted Gwen. I'm Arnold," he said, offering her a quaking arm. Star beamed at him the way a cat beamed at a mouse. She released her hold on the back of his neck and took his arm.
"Lead the way my dear Arnold."
They passed inside easily, Arnold with his invite and Star on his arm. It was resplendent inside. Uniforms crisp and clean, men standing around with women on their arms. Arguably more delicately dressed women. Arnold and Star garnered some looks as they entered. Arnold beamed with pride as he strode in, a real man with a woman on his arm. Not just any woman either. A woman that drew sneers from other women and slightly slack jaws from men. Star gave her cloud of hair a light flip as though she hadn't a care in the world. Now to find her real prey.
"Augh! What the fuck Star?" He hollered, throwing an arm over his eyes. "I'm blinded!" Star scoffed as she slipped the post of fine, gold, hoop earrings into her ear lobes.
"Stop being a baby Brishan. What do you want?" She opened a small drawer that held her collection of perfumes.
Brishan stayed at the far end of the room, arm still over his eyes. "You sure this is a good idea? I mean…sneaking into the ball is bad enough but getting him to help us? What if he kills you? Or tries to arrest you?"
Star rolled her eyes at Brishan as she selected a scent. A soft, almost earthy fragrance with just a hint of sweet summer. "We've been over this…we need help to find that thing and what pirate band are we gonna trust huh? I ain't havin' no murderin', rapin', scallywags on my vessel. At least he's got some honor."
"Puh…same honor that tried to blow us up like…a million times?" Brishan moaned and lamented at the memories. "Most of the time so you could just tweak his nose and and and and flirt."
"Listen," she said as she stood up. Even without heels she was tall for a woman, her limbs long and strong. She took a few strides to stand in front of her brother, reached out to hug him. Brishan resisted at first but finally relented. "This is for us, yeah? All of us. With this score we can retire, comfortably. Maybe you can settled down with-" She was cut off as Brishan wriggled from her grasp.
"Don't bring Gwen into this," he hissed, still keeping an arm over his eyes. The siblings stood in silence for a time. Finally Brishan heaved a sigh. "Fine, fine fine. But if he kills you…I get everything."
Star threw her head back and laughed, a throaty and musical laugh that made her body shake. "Yeah I guess you do. Now get out of here before you actually do go blind. I'll see you later tonight." With that she ushered him out of the room, she had to finish getting ready. A long sparkling dress in a brilliant ruby color. She wriggled into it carefully. It clung to her flat stomach and the dips in her sides, hugged the round swell of her bottom, and clutched at her chest held up by, more than likely, some kind of sorcery. The back dropped low, exposing her tawny flesh all the way to the small of her back. A long slit opened at her left leg, letting the hint of the garter peek through. Finally, a pair of heels, just as brilliant, red, and bejeweled as the dress. She was ready to do battle.
Star strode confidently in her heels, back straight, hips swaying with every movement. It was a short enough walk, even for a woman in heels. The fine establishment, holding a ball, was her target, one for private and public militias. She slowed as she made her approach, scanning for a likely victim. It wasn't hard to find. A gangly youth, all dressed up in his big boy uniform, the golden bar of the lowest ranking officer in the Imperial Navy. His straw colored hair was combed neatly under his cap. Perfect.
She continued walking, adjusting her stride to turn. Star strode right into the youth. She made a show of tilting and wobbling, putting her hands out. While she was the one who grabbed the young ensign, by all accounts it looked like he was the one that caught her. She saw his eyes go wide, drifting up and down her form as he held her. A feigned look of surprise and gratefulness painted her face. "Oh…" she said, putting a hand to the voluptuous swell of her chest, letting her fingers graze down her sternum to continue drawing his eye. "My what a gentleman," she purred softly. Her other hand rested behind the kid's head, fingers brushing at the nape of his neck. "Thank you for the rescue."
"Oh…huh…uhm…y-you're welcome?" The young man stammered. Ever wild dream of any young man was suddenly coming true. Coming true for him. The woman dropped out of seemingly no where, ever for grateful for a rescue.
Star took her time, eyeing the young man, making a show of her 'appreciation' for him. "A man in uniform, I should have guessed. Are you heading into this ball?" Her eyes lifted to his, though remained slightly hooded.
"Ye-yes ma'am," he replied, slowly standing to right both of them. Though even standing Star kept her hand on the back of his neck. She stood eye to eye with the lad.
"Ma'am, you don't have to be so formal with me. I'm Gwen. You know, I was heading in myself, care to escort a lady?" She leaned in, giving him a small peck on the cheek.
"Oh, hum, yes I-I'd be delighted Gwen. I'm Arnold," he said, offering her a quaking arm. Star beamed at him the way a cat beamed at a mouse. She released her hold on the back of his neck and took his arm.
"Lead the way my dear Arnold."
They passed inside easily, Arnold with his invite and Star on his arm. It was resplendent inside. Uniforms crisp and clean, men standing around with women on their arms. Arguably more delicately dressed women. Arnold and Star garnered some looks as they entered. Arnold beamed with pride as he strode in, a real man with a woman on his arm. Not just any woman either. A woman that drew sneers from other women and slightly slack jaws from men. Star gave her cloud of hair a light flip as though she hadn't a care in the world. Now to find her real prey.