"Ahhh~ hm~"
Within her living quarters, dark pink hair matted by water lay sprawled over the bedding as two large pink eyes stared up with the echoes of sharps gasps filling the room. Commander Hilda Strob shuddered, penetrated by a dull ache with a palm centered between her arced legs.
She panted, gasped, and moaned for what seemed like hours before her body jerked, stiffening with the arc of her back.
"Hells." She cried, breathing heavily, pulling her wet fingers from between her legs. "That…That was nice."
"Commander!" A hardened voice echoed from her Comlink
"Damn it!." For a few moments, Hilda lay there before she found the strength to stand up and approach her datapad mounted on the wall.
"What is it?" She calmly asked. Fuming by the interruption.
"Lieutenant Vincent Wendell is seeking a word with you."
"Today is my off day, Weiss." Hilda grimaced with a bothersome expression.
