Maidens and Meadows

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Medusa Subsector - Sanctuary System
Sirris II - Obsidian City
Corner of the Industrial district bordering habitation and market districts.


Compared to the Market district with its vibrant signs and bustling atmosphere, the Industrial district of the capital was comparatively depressingly somber. That, however, was likely why there was a physical barrier around the utility-based districts, to shield the public from such an eyesore on a regular basis. A holographic poster of sorts reaching up past the top of the said barrier, to add artificial scenery for those whose apartments were on floors past the height of the barrier. It offered a live view beyond the East side of the city, showing the coast around that side of the coast, and the bit of ocean that resided in their gulf bay.

Through technology, such simple tricks and charades have become so effectively complex. Anything to give a sense of peace and calm to the people, in an effort to offer more relaxed memories to those they left behind. For the survivors of the war that came here, it was paradise in comparison, even despite a new host of worries on the galactic stage of things. But some sought to carry the sweet illusion even further, to offer an oasis of flowery serenity. Such was the place we were brought to now as it were, as unassuming as it may be from the outside.

Just within the industrial district, in the oldest warehouse that had been constructed in the corner bordering the market and habitation districts, was such a place. The one mark of its trade to even set it apart from the other drab utilitarian structures of its past nature was a sign that read “Dawn Meadows Cafe”. With how large such structures were built, the first third where one entered at the front, was dedicated to being an indoor parking lot including a second level to it. However, once you got past this and the partitioning wall, it suddenly became a different world almost.

Inside was a sunny outdoor meadow of a prairie, the early morning sky overhead with lazy clouds, and an almost fairytale forest boarding at every side. In the middle was a cottage surrounded by flowers, a deck, a surrounding patio, and outdoor furniture with umbrellas for both. The same sign that marked the warehouse, was duplicated in fine-painted wood above the front door. Country maids waited for customers to arrive and give their orders, as they settled into this sweet bliss. Inside was much the same, homey and fine wood interiors with real leather chairs.

Kristine Willow was one such maid, her shorter petite figure only accentuating the cuteness of her getup, as she greeted each customer with a smile. “Right this way dear, welcome home!”, she would coo sweetly to each one, much like a lover or family greeting the other as they came home.

In those streets walked a pilot who honestly just had enough of things. She has spent her time serving and doing all sorts of tasks. Not to mention having to deal with her brother on occasion. Her shoulders were just as heavy as the name she carried. Yet with such weight, she did not want to transform it into something that she felt she wanted to avoid.

She was running away from the life she knew, pretty much took what she could from the family and ran off once her commission was done. Managing to get a customized version of a Republic Aerospace gunship. It wasn’t really easy to not necessarily steal but acquire it, yet somehow she did. Now she was off doing what is essentially just wandering around the galaxy. Unlike the rest of her family, she decided to make a break for it when she could. Leaving the military as an achieving officer only to end up stumbling to the cartel asking them to pay for a favor they owed to her grandfather.

Now she was just in the street pissing about and wondering what to do. She has gone to Obsidian before but didn’t bother to spend the time to go exploring. With a messenger bag, a bomber jacket with a roundel of the Aerospace Force and her former unit’s patch, and just her overall pilot clothes. She finally had a break from it all. She heard of a cafe that seemed to be a nice familiar place or so she heard. She was just going to have to see it for herself. Walking around all those warehouses and factories to end up finding it.

Admittedly it was the first impression that made her erk. An old warehouse that looked close to being run down perhaps. Surprising how someone decided to turn it into a cafe. Not the first time she heard something like this, but she was never really much of a nature girl, to begin with. Sure she knew how to survive in nature but cities were usually her habitat. But she didn’t mind the occasional greenery either, granted she might’ve had too much back where she came from. But I guess it’s not about the outside but rather what's on the inside, she would think to herself.

Soon enough she would step under that sign. Walking through the partitions and whatnot before making it into the main cafe. It was the cynic in her that went first out. Looking around and examining everything as if it was to be ripped apart and be studied scientifically. She had a slightly negative thought about it, this whole thing of a facade making her further erk inside. But she was going to give this place a chance. Her boots made quite the sound as she walked, it would take a few more stomps before she would begin to walk lightly to make less noise. Taking a deep breath she would just begin to find herself a place to sit first. Looking at the seats with a poker face that would probably get her punched in the face if it was a bar and she was trying to impose herself in said bar…which definitely has happened more than once. Now her eyes were looking at the menu and whatever special they had today. Wondering what to even do here now.

Kristine finished with the table she was serving, before moving over the woman in question. "Hi dear, you look new in town, or fresh out of cryo. What can I do for ya today?", She offered as she handed the woman a menu. "We have a special for a quiche today."

The pilot would look at Kristine. Her borderline death stare looked at her with a mile-long stare. Something which would typically scare people at times. She had a face almost like some thug about to mug you, but considering her pilot uniform; She might just not do that today. She was thinking trying to figure out if she wanted quiche. It sounds good, I haven’t had it in a while thinking to herself. Finally replying to the waitress: “Hmm sure, I’ll have one.”

"Excellent, and would you like anything else with that? A drink, side, or desert for afterwards?", Kristine asked sweetly as she was already scribbling down the order. She seemed rather unphased by the look, if anything it planted a sense of worry about the woman. Maybe she'd ask if she was okay in a bit.

She would think for a moment, still with that poker face of hers just looking at the menu. “Well…what do you recommend for a drink, side, and desert?” She would ask as she just stood there looking at the menu with almost no care in the world.

A delicate hand drew her index finger to a few options. "Personally I recommend a natural raspberry tea, yeast roll with honey butter, and our specialty carrot cake as a dessert. They compliment quite well and help with the dryness of the quiche." Kristine was pretty close as she pointed this out, her perfume subtle but smelling of fresh berries.

Thinking to herself for a moment, the pilot would wonder if she had enough. Well, to be fair she had more than enough but I guess cutting out something would work. “I guess I’ll just have the additional raspberry tea and carrot cake.” Admittedly she was aware she might’ve fallen for some sales ploy to get the raspberry tea but then again those are usually good and really good if you get it at the right place, so what’s the harm?

Writing the rest down and politely taking the menu, Kristine bowed and took her leave for now. It would be a short while before she returned, sauntering up with a large tray. The food ordered was laid out, including the rolls, "Don't worry, those are on me, I make them myself after all. Plus someone as pretty as you, well consider it my compliment."

“Oh..I see thank you.” Looking back at the waitress with a smile for a moment before looking back at the food again. Doing “thanks for the food” before taking a sip of the raspberry tea first. Then munching down on the quiche. The way how she ate seemed a bit…elegant. She had some sort of class for someone who looks like an absolute shit show at times. Not to mention her informality with her pilot uniform. She did seem to have a pattern though, she already tasted the things she ordered and now continued on with the quiche but had yet to touch the rolls. A very peculiar person I suppose.

As to not hover over the woman, the waitress took her leave for now, and went about to tend to other customers for a bit. The petite woman seemed to practically bounce and skip as she went about her work, cheerful in a genuine sort of manner. She also seemed to do so with a practiced skill, showing she was no novice, but a veteran employee of sorts. After a bit of time, she returned, “I see your cup is starting to run a bit low, would you like some fresh refill?”

“Hm?” Saying so looking back at her. “Oh wait, I forgot is this unlimited or if I want a refill it will be extra?” she seemed to be frugal about things. She’s still hasn’t tried the yeast bread and as it was she was eating slow to an extent. Slow enough that it was essentially just her biding her time. Was she thinking of something? Waiting for someone?

“We do free refills hon’, so don’t fret about it. Though.. You seem a bit wistful if you don’t mind me saying. Are you waiting for someone?”, Kristine asked, seemingly concerned like something might be wrong. The woman was acting odd, which made the waitress concerned for her. It wasn’t like they didn’t get such people sometimes, everyone came in to escape something, or forget in a less harmful way then addiction or drinking. “Or if you’re looking for something, I can help if possible.”

“Hm? Oh no no no, I’m not looking or waiting for someone. I guess…well I guess the appropriate answer would be being lost I guess” Taking a moment to contemplate a proper answer but nothing came out of her mouth. ‘Well…honestly I’m just going about and exploring places and what have you. Especially since I did make a break for it when I could.” Taking a deep sigh. “So perhaps running away from home.”

“Do you perhaps need a place to stay then?”, the waitress offered, in a kind yet obviously non-professional way. For a moment, Kristine even joined the woman at her table, taking the opposite chair before setting the pitcher of tea down, after having already topped off the cup. “From the way you dress, you seem to have come a long way. Colonist?”she asked, trying to understand more of the situation.

“Hm...Well I guess that would be a better change of looks for myself. Mainly to stop myself looking at the damn steel wall in my ship.” She would sigh defeated. While also just asking to herself why is she even considering it.” “Well…I’m not a colonist, more like a runaway for now. Had enough of home and decided to go exploring the galaxy for myself. If you could tell by my patches, I don’t really come from around here. You know of the Republic? I wouldn’t be surprised, considering the fucking government stance on diplomacy…. I’ll take you on for that refill.” She would say with a tired face.

“Um, I already refilled the glass, sorry, I probably should have waited for a reply first huh. My apologies dear, and doubly so, as I’ve never heard of such a place. So are you Hassani as well?”, Kristine apologizes profusely, before asking more about her out of curiosity. Crossing a leg as she sat back in the chair, she waved to the boss that she would just take her break now for the time being, which would give her more time to sit and chat with the woman. Loosening her collar, left it open slightly, giving just a hint of cleavage so she could breathe a bit easier with how the maid dress hugged her modest chest so snuggly.

“I’ve never left the capital if I’m honest, or even ever seen our people’s old home world. But I guess I always figured we wouldn’t be the only group to come out of there. If you’re wondering why I don’t seem as surprised about such news, though it is rather interesting still, especially after hearing you have a ship to travel and go as you please.” The petite brunette was so fascinated with her new friend leaning forward on a propped hand to observe them more closely as they spoke.

She would just soon enough, drink from her cup before replying. “Well….honestly, I wasn’t so surprised either. I guess the best way to put my situation now is perhaps taking a break? Eh…I know I got some unfinished business at home but still. I rather enjoy the time I have now even if it is somewhat getting boring bit by bit. But I assume you prying in is an attempt to try and not see me be bored or poker faced heh.” She would say with a smile, the first smile perhaps in days that came out from her. “Sorry if I had such a strong face, it’s just something that comes naturally to me now these days after having to essentially survive being part of a high class family of sorts.” Well that would explain why she ate fairly slowly.

“You definitely seemed to need some cheering up.”, she stated matter of factly, and teasingly with mock pride in her observation. Kristine gave her a smile in return, before starting to firmly and politely advise her of a few things. “So say, since you’re moving in and we’ll be roommates, I hope you don’t mind sharing a bed? I only have the standard queen sized one that came with the apartment, and if we’re going to be staying together, I’m not forcing my roomie onto the couch. I also wear only a little bit of clothes, if any, around the house just as a fair warning, but I’ll try to be more modest if that’s a problem.”

Giving a big sigh, she would admit defeat and besides, at this rate she can only take so much of her ship right now. “Right then….that’s no problem for me. You were right about me needing some cheering up. After running away from home I guess it wouldn’t hurt poking about elsewhere. So wait….we are sharing a bed? Huh…..” she would stop for a moment just becoming a dysfunctional emotional wreck inside and also just asking how the fuck will this go. Considering she isn’t a complete girl… “I see…I see…so I won’t be sleeping on the couch. I MEAN…..I have no problems staying on the couch if that’s what you’re asking. If anything I have a sleeping bag so I can just stay on the floor.” Looks like it wasn’t the clothing that was an issue rather sleeping beside one another.

“No goof, I said you aren’t, we’re sharing. I’m asking if you have a problem with that. I don’t care if it gets snug or close, I’m bi anyways so it’s not like it will make me uncomfortable or anything.”, Kristine clarified, somewhat annoyed as it felt like what she had said was partly ignored. She had been pretty clear the first time, and she was a stickler for getting consent, especially since this would be the first time she’s shared a bed with another woman.

“....Fineeee…I consent defeat.” Sounding defeated with her worries put down for now, her face down. “I hope you realize why I was against it. I’m not really just a girl. I hope you know what that means.” Looking back up to her again. “Well….I guess the one thing we haven’t done that we should’ve done earlier is introducing one another. My name is Gabriel Zhang, how about you, what’s your name?”

“Kristine Willow….” She paused as she tried to comprehend what the woman meant in saying not just a girl. “What, you have a penis? That isn’t exactly uncommon around here. If you’re shy about it, it’s okay I don’t judge. It doesn’t like bother me or anything either, so no sweat. Let it hang out around the house if you want.”

“Oh alright then, I just wanted to be safe since you know. Well you’re practically accepting a stranger home and I didn’t want you to be completely shocked at least. Especially if you find out I had one.” Gab would reply with a sigh of relief soon after. “Well…I am not really an exhibitionist too much but I was worried if say it was bulging out of my clothes or something. Basically why I like wearing these baggy clothes. So…I guess, I’ll just need to pay and then wait for your shift to be over before we go to your place?” she would ask with some tone of eagerness.

Kristine smiled endearingly at her, before scooting closer, “No, I'm bringing home a friend” she said with a wink. “Besides, you having a bulge would be cute I bet. Again, let it hang free, it saves us on things like laundry detergent if we wear less in private. Also if I’m the only one walking around naked, you’ll just be stuck with a bulge all the time, so let it breathe and be free I say.” She said most of this, only somewhat jokingly, but still being pretty honest about it. Though she did think to herself on what said penis might look like, it certainly piqued her curiosity.

Gab would just be flustered by that suggestion. “Wh-wh-whaatttttt….uhhhhhh.” She was in total gay panic, she was bi sure but this doesn’t mean she doesn’t have those gay panic attacks. “Wait wait wa…..I cannot…wha…” She really had no way to make a comeback or anything as she was taken so off guard. Meanwhile if it wasn’t for the pilot clothes she was wearing, her boner would have been bulging out under the table. Her face was as red as a tomato and she was just speechless. “wha-djkfnnsqwas” Truly Kris just broke the stone faced pilot. “I-...I…I guewessssss yo-you-’re not wronggggg”

A hand patted her on the head affectionately, “Good girl. Sorry, couldn’t resist, you look so cute this flustered hahaha.” she giggled. Kristine was happy with herself, having never sent a woman into such a panic before. It made her inner gay side happy, and planned to tease Gabby more in the future. “And hey, just think, you’ll get to see me all aired out and bare too. All those nice views that only a few may ever get to see of me, maybe I’ll even pose for a few pics if you like the idea so much.”, she whispered after leaning in close, unable to resist taking things further.

Gab would just be dead inside already. Completely flustered out and her soul was just planning to escape already. She had no idea what to say further. Utter defeat has been essentially declared with her facial expression. “...C-...Can I just pay now……” she would say in such a cute defeated voice as she had no idea how to collect her self respect now.

“Sure dear, I’ll ring your bill up hehehehehe.”, Kristine said before hopping out of her seat, giggling as she sauntered off to the register to ring Gabby’s bill. Bringing it back, it was not her seat she returned to, but Gabby’s lap she planted herself into. “So here’s your bill, and what do you want for dinner tonight as a welcoming gift?”

Gabby would just become even more red as she did that. “W-WH-WHATTTT!!” she would almost shout, preventing it to echo the entire cafe so as not to worry the staff and the customers. “A-a-aren’t you still working?! Wh-wha—---” The granddaughter of the Republic, falling so low to this temptation, she would think to herself. Just how the fuck did she allow this. Her self respect crumbling even further, her class not even being a matter of status anymore as it became essentially worthless especially since her member is now full erect and is poking at the bottom of Kris. She didn’t need to embarrass the defeated further.

“Lunch break, remember sweetie, so you have me for another half hour. Just enough time for me to sit here, enjoy the bump and wiggle in your lap as you squeal and blush into a puddle.”, Kristine whispered to Gabby as she took her by the chin, wiggling in the lap as she said this. Maybe she was being just a bit too sadistic in her tormenting of this cute girl, but she was growing to like it more and more, and the bulge felt considerable. Oh yes, she might have to endeavor to be more then friends and roommates at this rate.

Gab was definitely just a red hot puddle of shame and lust now. Her boner only missed a couple of movements here and there to really make her go off. Soon enough she would just put her head on to Kristine, resting it on her. Falling directly on her boobs just turning them into pillows now. Compared to her own, Kristine’s wasn’t so big nor bulgy but yet had enough pump to be used as pillows to an extent. Just not giving a care in the world in using someone’s booba as pillows now in public.

Kristine accepted it and took to holding the other woman’s head there, before beginning to stroke her hair affectionately as she did. “I think we’ll get along just fine.”, she giggled in Gabby’s ear, before nipping her ear. “And I think I’ll be keep you, too fun, and you don’t seem to mind by what it’s saying down there.~ So what you say, want to go steady, and me to be one of your girls?”

“....” A moment of silence would take place for one moment before she would finally reply. “...Yes” saying yes in such a defeated but admitting way to accept her. Admittedly this wasn’t the first person she had a relationship with, nor was it her first girl. Her time in the military was wild to say the least but still. This was going to be one chaotic relationship by the looks of it. Mainly one where she might get embarrassed to all hell. “So…what now dear…I wait till you’re done? I guess I’ll just have to keep going around the city till your shift is over?’

“Sure thing, and that will give you time to think of what you want for that dinner. So I’ll go now, and see you later babe.~”, Kristine cooed before hopping off Gabby’s lap and sauntering off back to work with a little exaggerated wiggle to her walk.

She would work for the rest of the day with that whole encounter on her mind, as well as thinking about Gabby herself with a deep sense of excitement.

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After she had clocked out and changed, the petite brunette walked out in her street clothes, same stockings as before however. Clearly she only changed the top layer, as she came out in a thigh length short dress top. Outside, she’d look about for Gabby, before seeing her off to the side of the lot. “Hey, ready to go home? I use transit, hope that isn’t a problem?”

Gabby would nod. “Yeah that’s no problem, public transportation is something I’ve gotten used to despite the fairly car centricity of my homeland. They had public transport for those who just couldn’t or didn’t want a car. I was just pretty much walking about the streets and took some of my belongings from the ship to bring it with me over to your place.” She would say gesturing to her big backpack, god damn it was like she was camping. What the hell does she mean by some, does she mean an entire house? “Plus it would take good strain off my back carrying this. So, I don’t mind, especially if you’ll be paying heh.”

“Transit is free though, it’s a public service. We’ll be taking a stroll towards the wall to take the tram, unless you can’t hold on until then. Or do you prefer stealth taking girls on the cramped train rides?~” Here we go, teasing and jests back in full swing it seemed. Striding up beside her though, Kristine linked arms with Gabby as they began to walk towards the station. “Of course, I wouldn’t mind either way, I’m quite a kinky freak I hope you know.~”

Gabby would take a while to piece it all together till she finally understood what she meant by can’t hold it in. “Woah woah woah, I’m not that horny right now nor do I need to be pleasured in the train. I mean…I get you’re a kinkster but…you really wanna do it in public? I mean….ehhhh…..plus I even if this isn’t my homeland I have to remain upright in public, after all, I did say I had some class and importance, granted you can complain I got a stick up my ass because of it.”

“Yeah well, maybe I want your stick up my ass.~”, she growled sexually. By the gods, she made this too fun, and Kristine couldn’t help but keep it going. She was so cute how she squirmed and wiggled with anxious gay panic, and nervousness. To be honest, she had fantasized about such train rides from her erotica novels she enjoyed reading, but had never had anyone to try something so bold with.

What…this lady…oh my god…”Wh-wh-what…you and your fantasies and you want to try it on a train?! What if a kid sees it? Or people notice in general. You really are one crazy kinkster. Ugh…let’s just get to the train and maybe you can just do that at home.” She would say as she’d grabbing Kris to lead the way. “Go lead the way kinkster.”

Kristine gave a playful yet almost sinister smile as she was ushered along, taking the full opportunity to turn it into ammo for teasing. “Oh so forward, in that much of a hurry are you?~ And I make no attempt at hiding how much of a freak I am. You should have guessed by how I fondled your lap with my cheeks.~ I can’t help it you felt so big, it made me a wee bit horny dear.”

She would give Kristine a blank stare, her stoneface is back. Soon enough she’d just pout for a moment. “.....Fine, I’ll let you play into your fantasy but don’t expect me to be completely satisfied. Now where the hell is the place just so we can get it over with.”

Leaning up Gabby would be kissed deeply this time, before another “Good Girl~” was purred into her ear. “I’ll let you have your way with me at home, any way you want in return.~”, Kristine added as she returned to linking arms, but now held hands with Gab, fingers interlaced. With a new brisk pace, and a sense of desire filled purpose, lead the way eagerly. After a bit of walking, they would reach the tram station at this intersection of the districts. “One full rotation, then getting off at our stop, should be enough time to enjoy the experience.~”

“...Ri-right…gotcha….well then guess we are just waiting for the train now.” Gab would say, her boner was already half way there. She was actually enjoying this to a degree. “...Seriously though, one rotation, are you sure we aren’t going to get caught? You haven't even done this before haven’t you……” Gab would say looking at her with concern. “....Well you are a cute little pervert I’ll give you that much even if I’m just slightly taller than you.” Though she was well endowed with ballistics in exchange of height.

“I have a few friends who have, and it’s all adults on the trams at this time of day anyways. So stop worrying about it, and enjoy sliding it in when we get to that part. For someone willing to go on the run, you worry about all the little things, so I’m going to be your little wildcard lover okay.~” Kristine only gave her a sly smirk, having done enough observation and research as a dedicated pervert to know her odds. And they were hella good, especially at what she’d get out of this. “And if we get that stick out of your ass, I can replace it with one of my buttplugs.”, she added, playfully batting her eyes at Gabby.

“.....God I hope you are right then. The closest I’ve ever done doing something like this was on a fucking cargo plane. Granted had to be super real fucking discrete.” She would sigh for a moment. “I also hope you realize that stick is proverbial and not literal. Unless you’re talking about the one in the front which in that case wouldn’t it be my plug into yours.” She would have a smug look as a comeback to a degree, she did know how to play as well, but perhaps because of how her whole upper class status mentality thing, she never got to play with it too seriously.

Oh my, she was being feisty back, now they were making progress. Maybe she could get her to loosen up and finally start getting more relaxed and loose. Who knows, maybe she can instill some of those pervy natures into her by the end of their sexual game of hide and seek. “So is mine, because baby, I want to have fun and you have fun in me.~ Though a set of matching plugs might be a fun gift set too, just saying. So, what you want to do first, grope me, or slip into my panties and let me grind on that pole.. Or maybe you’re itching for a full slide in, and give me a little cum fill?~”

Gabby would give back a blank stare for a moment before walking up to her and pinning her between a pole and herself. “I think we both know where I want to go as soon as I can.” Discretely putting her hand on to her pelvis before putting it away and letting her of the pinning. “...But we both know I want to do it properly and comfortably. So that will have to wait. But I do want to fill you, that is for certain now. I might play with you in the train…perhaps.”

It was Kristine’s turn to blush, “Oh gods, that was super hot just now. I thought you were so cute before, with how you melted before. But I like this too, so domineering, so rough, so forwardly forceful.~ Maybe I should be calling you daddy instead.~” She got real close, her body pressing up against her, “What do you think about that baby daddy?~”

“...Oh please…if we started the nicknaming I doubt we would go anywhere appropriate. I wasn’t called the switch knife for nothing back home.” She would sigh. “Plus…I still see myself more as a woman than my grandfather ever did. So you can drop the daddy part. Still though at the rate we are going, don’t make me drag you to the washroom.”

“Awww, but mommy, that would defeat the point of our fantasy sex.~ I still want a creampie on the train too.”, Kristine pouted, “Besides, I thought you wanted to bed me properly, hmm? Meanwhile, I have a list of every place in the city I want you to rail me, so I hope you know the degeneracy you decided to date.”

“God damn it….but wouldn’t you be the mommy if you get the kids in you? Also….where’s the fucking train, this is getting out of hand unless….Oh no….why do I get the feeling Equilibria is being harassed by Anarchia at this rate.” She would mutter to herself the last part. “I swear, I told you I have class and I came from that upper status. Now you’re here just gonna drag me to do all of that…. To be fair I kinda did know but now...ugh the thoughts can’t get out of my head….where the hell is that train.” She was getting frustrated even further. Edging closer to just drag Kristine into a washroom stall and do it.

“Oh so you’re already thinking of kids, so bold of you, guess I should plan for a ring.”, she stated with a smirk, “I guess I should start picking names while I’m at it.” With a little giggle even as the tram began to pull into the station, patted Gabby on the crotch, before pulling a hand of gab’s to her rear under the short skirt. “We’ll get to that soon enough, now if you don’t want to be called daddy, I’ll defer to mommy obviously. Unless you prefer calling me mommy?~”

Gabby would just turn to a red hot mess again. Dragging her hand away before grabbing Kristine by her arm and taking her into the train. “Are you happy now we are here.” She would soon enough drag Kristine to somewhere more discrete and hopefully out of most of the people’s sight in the train. This wasn’t her first train ride but boy this was the first train ride to be really horny. “Ugh….” She would say as she was moaning and huffing a bit, boy was she pretty much waiting to do it already. “If you’re asking why I’m-...” she would take a breather for a moment. “Thinking of it this early, it’s the current mentality us people from the Republic have, having sex means kids, kids means more people and what not. Even I’m not immune to that mindset of having kids. So you bet picking names isn’t a bad idea even now.” She would say as her bulge was stiff and…was a little bit of pre already there.

Kristine was still blushing from earlier, but the conversation kept them constantly peached in coloration. “Well, perhaps I’ll turn my nanos off, and we can play a little pregnancy roulette. If you win, no take backs, and I keep you.~”, she further egged on, trying to insight that rough domineering behavior again. Her hand reached down to rub the bulge even as she herself was ushered, then pressed into a corner where they would be harder to see. “So, still feel up to this, feeling up to making me a keeper?~”

Gabby would just look at her already fairly horny. She was waiting to see if Kristine would just get on with it. “The hell are you on about, just do it already. You’re the one who insisted damn it. Hmmfff.” She was definitely needing to be relieved soon enough. “Or what you’re the one backing out? I thought you were the one who wanted to go do it here.”

“Well duh, but I want it all, and I want to know if your down to play that loose and risky. Think of it as the point of no return for us, so if you want this, slide it into my panties and enjoy what can be yours already.”, came the daring words of the petite pervy woman now rubbing herself into Gabby. “Come on, are you brave, or shy? I’ll hold your hand too if you're down for even that level of degeneracy.~”, she teasingly batted, more so teasing but still obviously being serious as she raised the back of her skirt to wiggle a little for Gabby’s enjoyment and perusal.

“You are really annoying, has anyone told you that….” Gabby would say as she couldn’t take it anymore. She would grab Kristine with one arm, pulling her in with a hug. Her other arm opening her fly pulling her hard member out. She would soon lift the skirt, pushing aside the panties and putting her dick in the middle of her thighs and reaching the tip of Kristine’s front hole. “Not long enough to get there…but I feel it alright.” Their actions currently hiding under Kristine’s skirt, outside it looked like Kristine was just sitting on Gab’s lap, inside..well it was a hotdog alright.

Kristine hummed with pleased noises, as that tip prodded her already moistened slit. Feeling that warm length between her things, as it began to grind against the valley of her ass. Her panties held it snug against her, no doubt rubbing the cock in them, which she lowered a hand to rub at. The more petite woman dragged one of those hands down to where she was rubbing, inviting gabby in joining her in rubbing off together.

Gab would just grunt for a moment as she did that. Enjoying every bit of motion and just getting ever bit more excited. Granted she didn’t know how to feel or what to do. If she moved it would be too big and it would be hard to keep a hold on Kristine. As it was Kristine was enjoying the hotdog ride she was having and by the looks of it she was really toying with Gabby. Soon enough she would make some movement, pushing her member through Kristine’s in-between.

As she got further into it, Kristine leaned more forward into the corner, letting Gabby’s tip reach further. As it was more aggressively rubbed against the petite girls lips, the tip would begin to press in more and more. After a little bit, Kristine’s hand pushed the head up into her sex, letting it grab and envelope the head. A soft feint moan escaped as she felt it enter, a bit bigger in filling then she expected. Oh yeah, this was going to be great when they got home, but for now maybe she could milk her tip a bit as she wiggled to move the head of the cock in her sex.

“S-shittttt” Gabby would say as she would feel the tip of her member into Kristine’s front hole. She could barely move now and making any movement that would be a normal push and pull would be a lot more harder now. It was all on Kristine now, she was the rider and driver at the same time. Whatever she does to the tip of Gab’s penis will surely just pleasure the shit out of Gab’s already fragile horny mind even further.

The wiggle and jostling continued, letting Gabby’s tip ride the movements, as Kristine’s snatch refused to loosen its grip. The more petite of the two was enjoying the one with the lead, using her new lover’s cock as the leash, tugging and pulling as her body pleased. With a pleasure smirk on her face, made sure to keep her movements aggressive even being as short as they had to be, but in a way that could be played off with the sway of the tram cart itself. “See, I told you that you’d love it.~”, the brunette cooed teasingly.

“You ass…literally….aghhh” Gab would say as she was really just enjoying it but at the same time trying to keep it in. She was really trying her darnest to make sure she wouldn’t come in the tram. Mostly because she didn’t want to deal with the possible mess that would follow. “I am getting closer to it…you might want to just sit there as my sheath. Unless you want it now” She would whisper as a means to warn her especially as the tram’s movements didn’t help in not adding to the pleasure either as both Kristine and the tram were making her move.

"It's why we're here, to get naughty. And I want it, and every one after. Now give in, and enjoy, the pleasure you feel is but a start to my slutty games.~" Kristine would have cackled evily if it wasn't too damn obvious. She felt like such an evil whore of a girl, but she loved how her new lover faced down every challenge. If she could meet each head on without faltering, she was a keeper.

She wasn't always so extreme with her kinks, but the torture was too good, and sex even better so far. If her honey wanted babies, she'd give them all, but she wanted to be desired. Her greatest fetish was just being wanted, beyond her degenerate nature, as love would fall into place along the way in her mind. These were all just testing the boundaries in extremes, of what lengths her lover could handle, what debauchery they could partake in as a couple. So far, the petite brunette was more then pleased.

Gab would just ich to get up and slam her on a wall and ram it as much as she can from behind. However that would probably put them at risk of being found out, if they weren’t already. She was so close to hitting a climax. It would only take a couple of more rough rides before…well there it goes. She would hit her climax, cumming into Kristine as much as she good. The fluids going all up into her hole just like a fleshlight of sorts. At last release from the pain and finally perhaps some relaxation.

Kristine would blush deeply with a pleased hum of a moan, settling into Gabby’s chest, “Good girl, want to go again, or would you prefer some cock warming while we wait for our stop.~” She was happy, and calmed down for now, her body relaxing as she felt her sex be filled. It was so warm and filling, that it was just pleasure in an almost comfy form of sensation for her. “Oh yeah, I’m getting these before work every day now. I’ll leave people wondering what caffeine I drink to put such a pep in my step.”

It would take a while for her to recollect her mind before she would finally settle back. Gab would pull to let her rest on her. Kristine laying her back on the D cup boobs and somewhat of a back pillow. “Hm….no….just stay there. The stop before ours you get off and we collect ourselves…” She would whisper. “So I assume you’re going to be depending on me every morning, fair enough since I am going to live at your place rent free. I guess I’ll just need to be careful about what I’m eating and make sure I keep active enough to counter your extensive usage of me.”

Kristine suddenly took on the expression of a pout, “No, my girlfriend will not eat cheaply. If you’re in the relationship, everything is equal, and I will not have it any other way. So, get ready to be pampered, you silly girl.~”

“My goodness you really are a bit dense.” She would say as she would place her hand on Kris’ shoulders. “No sweety, it means to say I have to keep fit so you don’t drain me of energy every day. Plus…I know how it feels to be pampered but I do feel like I’ll be the one pampering you more since I might be the housewife for a while. I didn’t leave my country just to simply leave it after all, pampering isn’t my style either.” As she would soon cuddle Kris again.

“Yeah I can be at times, but just making sure we’re clear. I am so glad I was born in a country without condoms, those things would have been so boring.”, Kristine replied with a playful giggle. “I mean think about it, we would end up sinking so much money into them with how many we’d buy and go through.” She figured if they were relaxing, might as well sit back, enjoy the ride, and joke with her new girlfriend. All in all this was great, and was more then happy with having found someone to take the leap with. “By the way, you never did tell me what you wanted for dinner tonight babe?”

Gab would just make a hmph for a moment since she feels it’s a bit of a jab at her nation. Granted her nation didn’t do the whole Geist nor intrusive bio stuff too much since their government officials had bad memories of it. But as for the question of dinner. “Not sure…ever tried food from like Malayka or the Bharat peoples?”

“Uhhhhh, who?”, Kristine asked dumbfounded, unable to remember if those old countries were covered in her history class in the Academy. Most people here didn’t talk about the old world much, or old countries, but then again she mostly hung out with people of her own generation. Which unfortunately most didn’t care much for such things, or just didn’t want to remember for their own reasons. “Maybe if you just tell me what the dish is called?”

“Well...there’s curry and then there’s adobo. Granted I can make adobo much more easily considering it’s a marinate of soy sauce, vinegar and..well need to check my phone later.” She would remark. “However if you want me to try something a bit more closer, I could make tomato based stew with meat and vegetables in it but in my people’s style.”

“Oh I do love curry, but the stew also sounds good. Hmmm, I think the stew, since we plan to be pretty active tonight. Also if we make a large enough batch, we can eat off of it for a few days.”, said the petite brunette after a few moments of thought on it. She hadn’t had a good stew in a while, so it was as good of an opportunity as any, especially with her girlfriend offering to cook. Plus it would make packing lunch for work easier too.

“Well….there are two stews, the one I mentioned first, adobo which is marinated meat and what have you in a mix of sauces and then the other one that is tomato based can go two ways, you want me to add a lot more veggies and even a banana or just potato and carrots.” She would just mention as she was getting hungry to have some sort of snack while she cooks at this point. “I’m pretty good at all of them any how so it’s really your choice here. But before I start, I may need a snack or two since talking about this just made me hungry now.”

A banana in a stew? “How about adobo. As for snacks, well there’s a small commissary only a few floors under mine. Maybe we could get some fries or something there on the way to our apartment?” It was really the only thing she could think of, other then just hitting up a vending machine which you could find everywhere. But if they were getting a snack, she figured that Gabby might prefer some real food, and not some packaged candy or food bars. It was usually those, or the more high end machines that sold street food, and high quality ration meal packs that came hot in a box.

“Hm well I’ll consider it granted I was just thinking of just a snack bar but hearing you have a commissary, that’s going to be interesting to check.” She would remark as she would think about how to go with the adobo. “Well then adobo it is, you have vinegar, soy sauce, garlic, onion, bay leaf and some sort of meat? If not we are going to buy some stuff, also do you want to put potatoes in it and do you want it savory or somewhat sweet?”

“When it comes to meals, I prefer savory, unless meant as something for lunch or breakfast.” Kristine ran through an inventory check on her pantry at home, scrolling through the list in her head, and cross checking with what Gabby asked about. “I seem to have all that, and we have beef, chicken, or pork to work with”, the brunette added as she finished closing out the menu on her Geist. It wouldn’t be long now before they came back to their stop, Kristine reaching down to casually wipe of an escaping drop of spunk, before tasting it.

“So, are you going to wait for the stop, or pull out just before so I can plug before we step off, because we’re about there babe”, she commented as she noted their approach.

She would contemplate for a moment as she would soon enough decide yeah no better to pull out now. “Well at this point, yeah no you should get off and get ready.” She would say gesturing to assist her to get off her lap.

Discreetly pulling a plug with a cup from her bag, wiggled Gabby’s rod from her vagina, before slipping the plug into its place quickly. The cup fit to the shape of her crotch, making sure it also covered the important bits at least. Slipping out a second, the brunette would guide her girlfriend’s hand to help her push it in with a sigh as it popped. Having her bases covered, she slipped off the panties before sliding them into her pocket with a wink. The small thing is rather narrow and low in their trim, and quite easily stored in the other woman’s pocket without so much as a bulge from the wad of sensual fabric.

“Those might fit you, and if not, just a little trophy for the start of a great first date~”, Kristine teased with a giggle, before settling in against Gabby’s taller figure. It wouldn’t be that long of a break, as the tram stopped once more, dinging as it announced the name of what was their stop. Taking her by the hand, lead them out and into the station, before continuing their walk back out to the streets. Outside was much different then the other district, nothing but massive metal towers, with criss-crossing aircar tracks lined by skywalks in between at levels far above.

Gab would just see this almost all go in a flash. She was just shocked about the whole plug and cup thing. Holy shit who the hell am I dating? Would run through her head as she was being dragged by the hand out of the station and as they walked through the streets. She was admittedly still speechless about the whole thing that just happened. It would take a while for her to muster the courage to even ask.

“What the hell was that why did you have that thing prepared and what the hell is it for.” She wasn’t mad she was perplexed tho granted her face and tone often made her seem mad, serious, annoyed or scary in some degree. A person who is borderline punchable in some cases. “I bet you’re not going to answer me.”

“Hmm?” Kristine seemed confused by the question at first, “Oh, I always carry them for incase I end up somehow having a bit of fun while I’m out. Or I just feel like a nopan kind of day, which is freeing, so a little more often the latter….. Well actually, you're my first for the former.” The petite freak of a woman had no qualms or shame in telling her honestly, after all, panties sucked at holding in the leak of a filling. “Nothing more embarrassing to be caught with someone’s cum running down your leg, because panties aren’t waterproof, or you know like absorbent.”

“....Uh huh….well then…..alright….” Gab would look at her with a minor sense of understanding but a part of her is cringing internally. But having grown up in a family of upper class people, showing her cringing is unbecoming of her. “Well then do you have all the ingredients we need so I can cook tonight?” She would ask.

Kristine gave her a flat look, having already answered that question before they even left the tram. She guessed her little tease and gift, really had stunned the other woman that much. “I answered that on the tram. Yeah I do, all of it’s there, and we have pork, beef, or chicken for meat to work with”, the girl repeated, with a slight sigh. “Maybe next time I should toss my bra in too, see how long I can empty that head of yours.~”

“....Just making sure….I think about a lot of things. Can you blame me for double checking?” She would reply with a slight smile which could be taken as a smug look. After all she was the one who suffered in military school, she didn’t do the officer’s course for nothing thank you very much. “Right well then I’m going to have fun making use of proper ingredients again in a kitchen where all the smell won’t get stuck in the ship and attract unwanted critters. Also…no, the one thing I’ll tell you now is this, you’ll never be able to empty this mind of mine. Lots of people called me a thinker because of that.”

“Guess that makes me the kinker then”, Kristine said with the dumbest grin possible. Yeah she was a freak, but she wasn’t above making herself the butt of more then a few jokes for it either. “Oh, btw, I should stop by the store on my next day off and get a pillow. Though I guess it might also be a good chance to go shopping together, and get extra clothes, or anything else you’d need for living with me.”

Gab would look at her for a moment. I swear I don't know if it was a mistake or not at this rate but oh well. I like to see where this is going. Would run in her mind. “...Right then…I guess I’ll just have to be the sane one like always heh. Hm alright yeah sure, I don’t mind buying extra clothes with you and what not. Tomorrow seems fun because of that. Can’t wait to go shopping then.” She would say with a smile. “Especially since I do need to stop going out with this uniform.”

“That’s the spirit! Also means I can show you the town a bit. Maybe after, we can go all out and head to the beach, maybe even have a romantic picnic and make an evening out of it.” Kristine was clearly excited by the idea already, practically glowing with anticipation. For the moment, she seemed to have lost her kink freak edge, the attitude replaced with this sweet wholesome energy. Her smile was so genuine and wide, just so purely happy at what seemed like a solid date plan for tomorrow, or the two lovers spending time together doing girl things.

“Well yep, that would be nice to deal with honestly. Maybe one of these days you might get to meet my aunt even. She runs a bakery around here, one of her branches that she decided to open up personally. So we can have a date over there as well.” Considering her kink freak edge borderline manic pixie is gone, looks like everything is going to be normal and fine tomorrow. That or it’s going to be jinxed almost immediately. Oh well that issue can wait for tomorrow. Right now she’s finally enjoying the more normal side of her.

As the pair would enter the arcology, it was a massive building in its own right, the lobby quite large, almost if one was walking into a mall. Kristine eagerly dragged Gabby into one of the lifts, before they began their rapid descent up the many floors of the structure, scheduled to stop on a floor only numbering a few below Kristine’s. She clung to her girlfriend's arm, her energy a bit overflowing still, as they waited for arrival. Once they arrived, it was like stepping out into another sort of mall, this one more compact, and lessened to only one floor of shops. Most were self serve dispensaries for the most part, with a few more actually manned independent stalls here and there, selling fresher foods or having the equivalent of a tiny yard sale.

“So what you feeling, a drink and something light like a bun, or a pack of fries”, Kristine asked as they strolled onto the floor, the brunette looking over their options.

"....Good grief you lot sure put the whole thing of brutalism and utilitarian together with the tech and what not" as she would mutter looking about at the vending machines. "I guess I'll have a bun or something, wonder if they have any of those meat buns with that savory barbeque sauce…that or it's only a thing back home or just really fucking hard to find here." She would just examine all the vending machines as she would. Looking at it, nope it looks like all the stuff that would last long and the meat buns didn't have the specific sauce she was looking for. "Darn it of course, god damn Malaykan and Zhungwa specialities….ugh I guess I'll just go get myself some juice and a sandwich." She would sigh in defeat as she would go to each respective machine for the food and would get orange juice and a ham and cheese sandwich. "Right, I think I'm all good".”

Kristine had opted for one of the steamed buns, and a pouch of apple juice to go with its meat filled doughy goodness. “It doesn’t surprise me as much because I grew up with it, but yeah they really pride themselves on efficiency and making the most use of everything. What about the Republic though, what’s it like there”, the woman asked as she rejoined Gabby at a nearby side table. At least there was one good thing about the dispensaries, even if the flavor wasn’t the best, it was always dispensed nice and hot.

"hm?" Gabby would say as she was munching on her sandwich already. "Oh ahhh" she wouldn't clear her mouth for a moment. "Over there people like the social interactions more. So of course stalls and stores are still big over there but vending machines take their places. More at offices and ts without a convenience store for like a 10 minute walk or less. That and the machines depending on the area focused on may or may not have food, so usually just drink vending machines. Whole thing was planned modeling after some city way back then so they basically just had to copy that old plan. Hence why I get more variety because they are usually out right stores." She would soon take a sip of her juice. "Things like this honestly kinda seem like an over exaggeration to what I have back home but I can't blame cultural differences. Will say tho, one time I was at a convenience store some manager was arguing about using slimes as soda fountain girls while being cashier folks as well. So that was weird."


That got an odd look from the brunette, “Slimes? Can’t really say it’s a bad marketing strategy without seeing what one looks like, or how the dispensing would be presented. So wait, if modeled after the old world, do you guys still pay things like taxes and what not?” Kristine was curious now while they had time to spare, and wanted to learn more about where Gabby came from. It didn’t sound bad, quite lively at least, but she only knew so little recently. “I really want to hear more, it sounds interesting”, she added to explain her sudden 20 questions spree.

"Slimes back home are human/humanoid looking enough. How it was being dispensed was the argument…one guy said use the hands, other said use the breasts. Say the least its material that would've gotten the Commission on Sentient Rights and whoever the fuck in the Department of Interior handles public indecency. All I wanted that day was ice tea and to return back to the barracks…" She was a bit grumpy about that night. "Assholes almost made me miss curfew and get my weekend pass revoked. Ugh. Wait no why…fuck taxes are still a thing yes because it's literally the most efficient way to do things without being too invasive to people's privacy from what I can recall. Luckily they didn't make paying taxes like a punishment but rather simple paper that or your Value Added Tax and…other taxes I don't want my head to explode due to civics class common…." Her face was somewhat distressed. "I left home to avoid the politics and system and not be asked of it! Damn it…. but I guess it won't hurt too much to tell you about it."

“I mean here, the currency is resource based, which the government handles the treasury, so any funds they need are just partitioned out of the depots. All of it is pretty easily replaced from mining and such, so we aren’t made to pay taxes.” Wow, already their two worlds were sounding quite different, socially and economically, which only screamed they were government wise as well. “What’s your media like, any good shows you like, or movies and such”, Kristine asked next, respectfully drawing the subject away from politics for now, to something lighter.

She would mumble a bit as she didn't understand too much about her own country's currency other than its current tendency to fiat currency. Luckily the banks aren't allowed to do crazy investments with your own money without consent, practically saves them from causing a crash. She would soon get her head out of the cesspit by the time she talked about the media. "OH okay now that's fun, ever since those city states became ever more integrated with the country the media basically blew up. So there's often like regional stuff that suit more things to the city states and other certain states while the federal/National stuff, don't ask me why there are two names there just is. Often those are watched by folks on the move always or wanting to be more in touch with the wider country. I honestly enjoy a certain group of channels from the state of Honzon that has stuff like drama, movies, animation and what not. Granted….they also have idol programs so it becomes iffy on who you want to watch as an idol. Nonetheless I enjoy those channels like HHK's anime and drama channels. HBS also has some nice stuff too." She really did seem to know her media stuff, tho one has to wonder how she feels about the media here in the NDC. But then again she probably doesn't poke about it too much as well.

“Oh, do you have a favorite Idol by chance? I follow a few of those here myself, like DiamondGlen, Moehammer, Serenity, and Sister Purity!” It was a topic that brought a twinkle to the petite degen’s eyes, as it was an exciting hobby of hers to follow such beautiful women on the broadcasts. The music, the dancing, and performance. By the gods, Idols were amazing to Kristine, and led to her long standing addiction to everything cute, sexy, and pretty. In the woman’s mind, that had been her idolized model of what a woman should strive for, in flaunting her beauty with a passion.

"hmmm? No, I got no favorite idols back home and the idols here don't really interest me either. Probably because I got dragged along as a kid to be like a spokesman or some shit like idol crap. I kinda grew up in the industry but that was because of politics." Looks like she did have a history and her body did look good enough to be idol like, not to mention her body's tone was pretty spot on for someone who does idol like stuff probably once. "...I can imagine your one of those otakus….then again my thing is with the animations, films and tv shows more than idols so to each their own heh. Grandpa was hilariously stressed out when he heard I was doing PR stuff. Old man wanted to avoid me becoming an idol or something. Told my parents better off sending her to college or somewhere else."

The brunette was enthralled in all this new information, filing some of it away for later, as it gave her some more ammunition for her mischievous ideas. “I mean college was a pretty fun experience. That being said, I think you’d look pretty hot in an idol outfit now that you say that”, Kristine teased lightly, only half trying to get a rise out of her. “But you’re right, I’m a complete weeb, and I blame my degeneracy on all the hentai I’ve watched. But that does also get me curious, what about music?”

".... Heh….the college the old man recommended was the military one…." She would mutter to herself. "Welp called you out on that one. Music….well I like the indie scene more than anything mainstream, neofolk, folk and new wave. Slight heart for rap as well as classical." She would take another sip of her juice. "I can imagine you already have degenerate thoughts and before you think you can even drag me to be an idol, just know one of my brothers would likely find out and be all stick up his ass considering grandpa was still heavily against it before they dumped him into life support. So no."

“Hell nah, I just want you to myself in an idol outfit. My own sweet private idol wife~”, Kristine cooed as she gushed at the thought. “As for music, I like a wide variety, but I lean towards symphonic, metal, rock, and indie as well. Also who’s your brother?”

She would have a mile long stare at Kristine for a moment. God damn she truly is an otaku. "Well I came from a crazy family, my brother is currently the serving Senate President back home hence all the I want to dodge politics things. Man became the embodiment of possibly a young version of my grandpa to carry the family torch and sway in politics. Say the least…I knew I was up for danger when he became Senate President and prepared to get out when he became too important. Behold here I am now." She would state with a sigh, taking out her wallet and pulling out a photo of her and her siblings alongside their grandfather showing it to Kristine.

There were 6 kids in the photo and their grandfather. 2 twins(too androgynous to tell anything), 1 boy(or at least boy looking), Gabby and a sister. They were all dressed up in various school uniforms and the photo was admittedly a bit too formal. The grandfather looked to be an even more androgynous version of Gabby not to mention his formality, wearing a military uniform that invokes messaging of prestige and almost near royalty/upper class gentlemen if it weren’t for the fact the uniform was styled in such a way to have a unique “democratic”/”republican” taste in it’s elegance and simplicity.He was seated in the middle as the kids either stood or sat around him. Gabby being the one closest to him. “An old photo of my grandpa and my siblings.” she would state. “I do miss the old man to a degree, but he has his own reasons to not be around.”

“I really look forward to seeing a photo like that someday of our family, and our kids off to school”, Kristine said with a pleasant sigh, thinking of the things ahead. She hoped that they would grow a family much like this, but without the politics involved to cause division. Just them, and a new generation, which would keep them busy for quite some time.

Gabby would just take a moment to think. Yeah she would like that too as well. Would be a much better future perhaps. Putting away her photo after that thought she would come to speak again. “Yeah, I get what you mean. I hope that will come.” Leaning on Kristine for a moment. “Right then, I guess we go head back?”

Soon enough the two would head off, leaving the vending machine place and finally walking off to Kristine’s apartment. The two were going to have a nice dinner date and who knows, perhaps a more vanilla interaction rather than what happened on the train earlier. To say the least, they were going to have a good night.