Binary Love (18+)

Sheila Squeals *NSFW*

Sheila's deep red hair gracefully fell past her shoulders, rolling down in thick, luscious waves. Her pale skin had a dusting of freckles, a cluster of which were spread across her nose. Big, emerald doe eyes would have given her an overall appearance of innocence, if her face hadn't been painted with such sultry makeup. A smokey eye and garnet red lips took her youthful visage to a more mature, experienced looking woman.

Her black bodysuit was a mixture of sexual and sophisticated. The cut of the outfit rested high on her hipbones, emphasising her small waist and thick behind. Strips of sheer fabric, embroidered with shining black beads, fell from her shoulders, giving a powerful and regal air to her look.

It was strange for Nova to meet one of her androids in such a way, but she quickly shook off her surprise as she watched Sheila gently smile, waiting for her response.

"Ah, yes! Uh, hello, it's nice to meet you." Nova's voice wavered a bit, as she tilted her head back to look up at Sheila.

Mark simply nodded, loosely pulling Nova closer to his side by her waist. Sheila's eyes briefly followed the motion, before looking up towards Mark. As their eyes connected, both tilted their heads to one side, gently frowning, before righting themselves as if nothing had happened.

If Nova hadn't been so anxious and hyper vigilant, she would have missed the exchange, as it had happened so quickly.

With a light clap of her hands, complimented by a beaming smile, Sheila cut through the unusual silence between the three.

"You must be the Madame's guests! Please, follow me and I'll escort you to your private booth."

With a sharp turn, Sheila leisurely walked towards an open hall, the metallic clinking of the cuffs around her ankles echoing in the short hallway. 

When they walked through the hall, dim red lighting cast everything in a sensual, flattering tone, smoothing out skin and helping to hide blemishes. The floor looked like polished wood - a true luxury to find in space ships - and spanned the entire hall. Around the edges of the hall were intimate black booths, with couples tucked into alcoves for more privacy. Sheer red curtains draped down the sides of the walls, flowing back and forth to a sensual rhythm that could be heard in the background noise and hedonistic music.

The room itself wasn't particularly shocking. If anything, it was very tasteful and exuded an undertone of wealth.

No, it was what was happening on the open floor that had Nova's cheeks flaming from embarrassment.

Not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, she kept her eyes down until Sheila came to a stop in front of an empty booth.

Cast in shadows, tucked in the far corner, this booth seemed the most luxurious and private of them all. The lower half was walled off, only allowing access via a small swing door. Like in the centre of the hall, the booth was made up of layered rugs and floor cushions. The lower half of the walls had vertical Moroccan cushions in various deep reds and blues, matching the colours in the rugs. In the corner sat an ornate wooden table with a burning incense stick. Sheer curtain panels hung from the ceiling, occasionally breezing open and closed. It meant that it was much easier for someone to look out of the space, then for someone to look in.

Unlocking the door with a soft click, Sheila gestured for them to go through a be seated, closing it softly behind them.

"Please make yourselves comfortable, the Madame might be while." Sheila politely smiled at them both, leaving with a curious glance towards Mark. Once she moved out of sight, Mark stealthily detached Arachne from the back of her necklace. In the palm of his hand, she unfurled her mechanical legs, as if stretching from a short nap.