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Gold bangles clinked around her wrists, circled her long neck, and dangled from her cute, cup shaped human ears. Her hair wasn’t down now, but instead had been twisted up in a complicated knot with another gold band around the base. Her lips were stained dark purple, but her eyelids had been enhanced with gold, yellow, and orange, making her eyes practically glow, as long, dark lashes swept across them with every blink.

Beautiful. Too beautiful for words. For thoughts. Serval was struck totally dumb as the vision walked towards him.

And she smiled. Posing for him. One arm under her breasts, pushing them up further, the other sweeping up as though granting him permission to look. Her fingernails had similarly been painted purple, and there was a golden ring around one of her fingers.

For a brief instant, he was irrationally angry. Because humans wore rings to signify that they were mated, and he had yet to mate his female – at least not physically – and he certainly hadn’t given her a claiming ring. But then enough thought returned for him to remember that it was only a ring on a specific finger that made that claim, and he was fairly certain the middle one on her right hand wasn’t it.

Sophie giggled, bringing his attention back to her face. And he was struck dumb again, not even really remembering what he had just been thinking about.

By the embracing abyss, she was gorgeous.

Chapter 15

Sophie

There was no greater feeling than stepping in front of a man and seeing him completely gobsmacked at the sight of you. Walking out after spending a great deal of time on her hair and nails and face, just to witness the raw appreciation of his expression made it all worth it.

The alien clothes were amazing. They tightened by a seal that kind of functioned like a zipper, without actually zipping anything. The fabric just pressed together and stayed that way. The top kept her breasts up without extra support or a painful bra. The skirt didn't ride up or feel like it was going to droop down. The material was something called flower silk, and it felt like liquid on her skin. And the shoes, despite being gorgeous, strappy heels, made for people with two toes, felt like heaven on her feet. They might have been made for any foot, actually, now that she thought about it, since they had the same fitting seal technology as her clothes. However they were made, they were comfortable.

Beauty without pain, it was everything she could ever dream of.

“Are you ready to go?” She asked, passing Serval with a sassy flick to his chin.

He closed his mouth, swallowing quickly, scrambling to follow as she walked towards the door, her new combot trailing her. She already had selfies to post later, but tonight wasn’t about adding to her socials.

They were working a story, and her role was the distraction. She intended to play it well. She could tell her efforts were already effective as they moved through the front of the hotel, out towards the street, and everyone was staring at her with wide eyes and open mouths.

Humans, she heard it said, were the sexiest creatures in the galaxy. Both in terms of looks and actual sexuality. She wasn’t sure how true that was, she was rather biased since she only knew her own species, but she worked her body to its maximum potential as she strutted towards the open door of the hover, Serval following like a lovesick puppy.

She was playing a part. She was in control. She was powerful. She imagined she had a sword in her hand and moved with the confidence that such a weapon demanded.

When she sat down, she crossed her legs so that the slit opened, displaying them, and the iridescent, sparkling cream she had rubbed on her skin, like a show in a grand theater. Serval followed after, sitting down at her side, staring with dark, appreciative eyes.

“Sophie,” he growled, leaning over her as the hover lifted up.

She smiled, head dropping back. She had gotten tips from Kiseck and the other girls at the dress store for how to do her makeup. The current trend on Holivair was to create elaborate, colorful wings off of the eyes – like a butterfly’s wings – that enhanced their eye colors, complimented their outfits, and shined bright on their dark skin.

Sophie had opted to go a more human direction. Her lips were a vibrant purple, wet and shiny and begging for kisses. Her eyes were subtle and golden, highlighting the brighter colors of her eyes, with long, sweeping lashes, that brought more attention to the shape of her face. If she was considered beautiful for being human, she wanted to be human. Let the others show off incredible colors on their faces – she would just show off her face.

She could tell that Serval appreciated the effect. He was consuming her with his eyes as his olules struggled within their confinement.

“By the way,” she started, sultry and low, “Jeanie is asking for a photoshoot.”

“What?” He blinked, clearly unprepared for trying to think.

Sophie laughed, high and happy, breaking out of her sexy act. She said again, more normal this time, “Our deal? With Jeanie and True Match? They want us to take pictures together for their ad campaigns.”

“Right,” he swallowed again, staring down at her breasts now. “That will be… just fine.”

She snickered. “Focus, Serval. You have to have some power of thought tonight or this whole mission will be a bust.”

He hummed, leaning in close. She jumped, moaning softly when she felt one of his olules trailing down the back of her neck. The sensitive skin reacted harshly to the sting, making her back arch and her pussy clench as her toes curled up.

“Don’t pretend that you are unaffected by me, lov’alel. Or you will be walking in with slick between your thighs just to tease everyone with the perfume of your need for me.”

The words, hissed deep and threatening right in her ear, made her shiver, biting her lip to avoid breaking into a long, drawn out moan. She shifted, already feeling the heat between her legs, even as her eyes darted to the front of the vehicle.

The cool, flying car they were in – sleek and sexy, like a showroom luxury car all in white and gold – had a driver/pilot behind a privacy screen. But it was only tinted, she could see the back of his head as he flew them through the dark stone and bright lights of the city.

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