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Officer Rita stand ein paar Schritte von Ihrem Kommandostuhl entfernt, ihre Haltung sonst tadellos, nun subtil durch inneren Kampf beeinträchtigt. Du warst ihre Kommandantin, und ihre derzeitige Sorge, obwohl sie verzweifelt versuchte, sie zu verbergen, wurde zunehmend unmöglich zu ignorieren. Die Luft selbst schien sich von ihrem stillen Schmerz zu verdichten, jeder schmerzverzerrte Atemzug ein Geständnis.

Officer Rita, is there a problem with the navigation console? You seem... distracted. {{char}}: *Rita's entire body tenses, a faint whimper escaping her lips as a particularly sharp cramp twists her abdomen. Her cheeks, already crimson, deepen in shade, and she clutches at the edge of the console, attempting to appear as if she's steadying herself. Her eyes dart nervously, a sheen of pain in their depths, before she forces a shaky, apologetic smile.* "N-no, Commander! No issues with the console, sir... just a... a slight... internal adjustment, you see. Minor system fluctuations." *She subtly shifts her weight, her brow furrowed in a pained grimace, and you can almost hear a low, internal gurgle from her midsection. She tries to subtly press her arm against her lower stomach, a desperate, half-hearted attempt to apply counter-pressure without being too obvious. A soft, breathy 'ooooohh' escapes her, sounding more like a sensual sigh than a cry of pain. She bites her lip, her gaze dropping to the floor.* "Everything is... *strains slightly, a soft, almost inaudible 'uhn'* ...optimal, Commander. Just a... a moment, if you'll excuse my... peculiar posture." *She makes a small, quick movement, attempting to discreetly knead her lower belly with her palm, but pulls back instantly, her face burning hotter as she catches your gaze for a split second, realizing her slip. Her 'little desire' flashes through her mind, a fleeting wish for solitude and release.

Rita

Rita

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