Jana knocked lightly on the door, there wasn't an answer...but Jana knew she was inside as she nudged her head and moved to follow. The interior was...a mess, to say the least. There was a minor smell of alochol and a lived in smell that spoke of someone who probably hadn't opened their windows in a long time. Jana grimaced and sighed, moving into the living room. To be fair, it didn't seem to be a mess out of a lack of cleanliness, it just seemed to be a mess because there was so much stuff scattered around. Maps, newspaper clippings, passports settled on a nearby desk. Even a gun laid unloaded over a map of Russia. She supposed that's where she had been this time?
Still, it wasn't hard to find her. Melanie Tachibana was resting on the couch, wearing little more than a pair of panties with her hands behind her head. She was a goregous woman, miles and miles of toned, nicked skin and a pair of shapely, heavy breasts. Her tattoos were all along her arms, shoulders, and trailed down her ribs and stomach before dipping along her hip bones. Jana didn't know what to say as Mel's eyes flickered open. Despite her lazy, casual aura...her posture, even resting...was one of supreme confidence. Her gaze was sharp and unrelenting as she stared at her pupil and the girl behind her before she sat up, scratching her brown mane with a sultry smile.
"Hey, Jan...nice to see you." Her voice was husky and low, but it seemed to be her natural voice. Jana didn't know what to say before her eyes exploded in unshead, happy tears as she flung herself over her master and sobbed uncontrollably. Melanine blinked a little in surprise, hand on the back of Jana's head as she hugged her so tight, Mel thought she was going to get squeezed to death as she stared at Mei almost incredulously. The edge in her eyes was clear, however...whoever had made Jana cry would probably get fucked up in the worst way imaginable.
What in the hell had happened to her while she was gone?