Le Bordel des Clefs du Paradis, Bouron Base

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She crossed her arms and made a sour face. "Well If you remember correctly it wasn't my fault the stupid comms switch was broke!" She said remembering her disastrous encounter with the "Gallic Siblings".

"And it doesn't have to be heavily armed, I'm just going to use for some...personal interests." Quickly snatching the datapad, she stuffed it into her cleavage, making sure it was nice and snug in her breasts. "And I was really hoping you would help me out too..." Her lips curved into a smirk as she scooted forward onto his lap. "But since you aren't, I think compensation is need!" She said as she licked his chin, as her arms traced down his...and wrapped around his wrists, pinning them down.

"So...if you want don't want to help...the least you could do was get this data pad out." She giggled as she rubbed her breasts against his chest. "With out using your hands..." She said smirking as she slowly grinned against him, a soft moan escaping her lips as she rubbed her body against him.

"Well A'ne, it seems you have me in something of a compromising position," says Le Pimpernel as he smiles up at A'ne.

There is a click from Le Pimpernel's wrist and a hyperdermic needle emerges from under the cuff of his jacket and he thrusts it up, pricking A'ne's wrist.
As she withdraws her hand from the sting, Le Pimpernel snatches the datapad out of her cleavage with his free hand.

He laughs at A'ne's shock.

"Don't worry Cheri, the effects of that concoction are quite pleasant. I think it may help with your frustration."

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