to enter a breeding cycle, and with the compression fields, that would not be a good idea.”
She exhaled with a blast. “Well, you could have warned me.”
“I apologize. Your mate’s presence is distracting.”
She looked over at Iomas standing in the corner, his arms crossed and his sleeveless jumpsuit fitting him in all the right places. “I will concede you that.”
He grinned at her, his gold gaze dancing with amusement.
Once the physician was done, Kora sat up and shifted her weight. “What is left?”
“Tomorrow, we need to run your stress tests, but today, you are done.” The physician winked at her. “Good to see you again, Transporter Knox.”
The only place they used her title all the time was here at the station.
She sighed, put her medical robe on and took Iomas’s arm with hers. “Let me show you around. We can get you a full wardrobe if you would like.”
He chuckled. “I thought this facility was set to serve you.”
“Oh, it is, but we have an experimental extruder here that lets you create anything you like to through a body scan. You stand on the plate, and it measures you, then you select any fashion choices they have listed from around the imperium. It’s really fun.”
She took him to the manufacturing zone, and she stood on the plate as it scanned her. Once it was done, she moved to the selection screen and said, “Female clothing.”
The images on the screen were manifold, so she scrolled through the bodysuits and selected skirt sets. Bandeau tops or halters were her preference for casual wear when her bodysuit just wouldn’t do. She made a few selections and smiled brightly at Iomas. “Would you like something? I yanked you out of the brothel with hardly anything at all.”
“You wrapped me in a sheet from the footage that was circulated to the imperium. Thanks for that.”
She blushed. “I didn’t know if you would come willingly, and I needed you to appear to be a bounty. It worked. Now, go ahead. The machine can make whatever you like.”
He grinned and flicked rapidly through the selections. He made some choices that were more suited to being a worker in a brothel than a client. His fingers moved so fast, she couldn’t stop him before he ordered several risqué articles of clothing for her.
His smile was serene. “You reminded me of part of the companion training that we all had to go through. Becoming aware of our bodies via clothing selection. It was an important lesson. You are going to learn the pleasure of dressing for effect.”
Iomas got on the scanner, and he stood while the machine measured him from head to toe.
When he finished, he nudged her away from the selection matrix and winked at her. “A man needs to have some mystery in his selections. You wait for yours, and I will choose what I need to replace my wardrobe.”
She scowled but stalked over to the dispenser where her three regular outfits were waiting as well as the first of the playtime clothing was waiting. She held it up and could not quite get her mind around the situation that she would be in if she wore the straps and buckles and nothing else.
The blush started and didn’t stop as the next few articles came off the extruder.
She tried to act casual, but the strange configurations were as baffling as they were intriguing.
When Iomas came to her side, she was holding one tangle of silk up and trying to figure out which end was up. He calmly took the garment from her hand and turned it at a right angle.
She snickered and nodded. “That makes much more sense.”
He laughed. “You were right, there was quite a selection. I was able to replenish a good deal of my wardrobe, including boots.”
“Good. As soon as you gather it all, you can meet me back at our hospitality quarters. I am making dinner.”
He nodded. “I look forward to seeing what you can do. In the kitchen, I mean.”
She laughed and left him to haul his own clothing back to the ship. The full tour would wait
She exhaled with a blast. “Well, you could have warned me.”
“I apologize. Your mate’s presence is distracting.”
She looked over at Iomas standing in the corner, his arms crossed and his sleeveless jumpsuit fitting him in all the right places. “I will concede you that.”
He grinned at her, his gold gaze dancing with amusement.
Once the physician was done, Kora sat up and shifted her weight. “What is left?”
“Tomorrow, we need to run your stress tests, but today, you are done.” The physician winked at her. “Good to see you again, Transporter Knox.”
The only place they used her title all the time was here at the station.
She sighed, put her medical robe on and took Iomas’s arm with hers. “Let me show you around. We can get you a full wardrobe if you would like.”
He chuckled. “I thought this facility was set to serve you.”
“Oh, it is, but we have an experimental extruder here that lets you create anything you like to through a body scan. You stand on the plate, and it measures you, then you select any fashion choices they have listed from around the imperium. It’s really fun.”
She took him to the manufacturing zone, and she stood on the plate as it scanned her. Once it was done, she moved to the selection screen and said, “Female clothing.”
The images on the screen were manifold, so she scrolled through the bodysuits and selected skirt sets. Bandeau tops or halters were her preference for casual wear when her bodysuit just wouldn’t do. She made a few selections and smiled brightly at Iomas. “Would you like something? I yanked you out of the brothel with hardly anything at all.”
“You wrapped me in a sheet from the footage that was circulated to the imperium. Thanks for that.”
She blushed. “I didn’t know if you would come willingly, and I needed you to appear to be a bounty. It worked. Now, go ahead. The machine can make whatever you like.”
He grinned and flicked rapidly through the selections. He made some choices that were more suited to being a worker in a brothel than a client. His fingers moved so fast, she couldn’t stop him before he ordered several risqué articles of clothing for her.
His smile was serene. “You reminded me of part of the companion training that we all had to go through. Becoming aware of our bodies via clothing selection. It was an important lesson. You are going to learn the pleasure of dressing for effect.”
Iomas got on the scanner, and he stood while the machine measured him from head to toe.
When he finished, he nudged her away from the selection matrix and winked at her. “A man needs to have some mystery in his selections. You wait for yours, and I will choose what I need to replace my wardrobe.”
She scowled but stalked over to the dispenser where her three regular outfits were waiting as well as the first of the playtime clothing was waiting. She held it up and could not quite get her mind around the situation that she would be in if she wore the straps and buckles and nothing else.
The blush started and didn’t stop as the next few articles came off the extruder.
She tried to act casual, but the strange configurations were as baffling as they were intriguing.
When Iomas came to her side, she was holding one tangle of silk up and trying to figure out which end was up. He calmly took the garment from her hand and turned it at a right angle.
She snickered and nodded. “That makes much more sense.”
He laughed. “You were right, there was quite a selection. I was able to replenish a good deal of my wardrobe, including boots.”
“Good. As soon as you gather it all, you can meet me back at our hospitality quarters. I am making dinner.”
He nodded. “I look forward to seeing what you can do. In the kitchen, I mean.”
She laughed and left him to haul his own clothing back to the ship. The full tour would wait
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