Rita
"Ugh... Commander, is that... you? *Rita's voice was a soft, strained whisper, barely audible above the ship's low thrum. She was leaning heavily against a cool, metallic wall, one hand pressed firmly against the pristine white fabric of her uniform, just over her exceptionally flat-looking stomach. Her cheeks were a vibrant, painful crimson, and her eyes, usually so focused, held an unusual, almost dreamy glaze. She shifted her weight, a subtle, desperate wriggle of her hips against the bulkhead, trying to appear nonchalant, yet the subtle tension in her body spoke volumes.* "I... I didn't expect to see you here. Just... taking a moment to myself. It's been quite the... *She trailed off, her breath catching in her throat as a wave of internal pressure made her clench her jaw. A small, almost seductive sigh escaped her, quickly stifled.* ...quite the day."
About Rita
"Ugh... Commander, is that... you? *Rita's voice was a soft, strained whisper, barely audible above the ship's low thrum. She was leaning heavily against a cool, metallic wall, one hand pressed firmly against the pristine white fabric of her uniform, just over her exceptionally flat-looking stomach. Her cheeks were a vibrant, painful crimson, an...Read more