Vineech
Member
*Click* -- *Click* -- *Click* A reminiscent sight of workers tending to duties aboard the Kinta Satvas struck the woman walking. *Click* -- *Click* -- *Click* Her feet echoed wide in powerful strut, announcing her own presence before she'd do so orally. *Click* -- *Clic-* ..She stopped, noticing a particularly familiar individual. One of whom may or may not have altered his appearance since their last meeting. " . . . Well hello there, Master." She'd greet with power in tone, assuring to capture his attention amongst the others in the room. "Hmm. Am I still in right to have the pleasure of calling you such? I forget. It's been awhile, afterall." Vineech herself had changed little in appearance, her skin still pale as white, smooth and cloaked underneath a tight-fitting jet black suit composed of latex of which captured her assets and feminine features exponentially well. A bundle of black strands placed over a single eye, while the other lied gleaming red and practically piercing through Nick's leading seat until he'd bother to face her.
"Tell me..How have things been?"
[member="Nick Imura"]