Nadir
Death from Below
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Her discontent of the swarthy, sweltering atmosphere showed only in the number of the buttons left open on her blouse.
Erida had schooled her features into a perfect picture of a placid lake and swept into the tent. Blonde to blonde. How quaint.
They shook hands. Sat. The Umbaran waved her bodyguards outside and extracted a slim datapad from her valise.
“Well enough,” Teheron conceded. “I must confess myself fonder of more urban climes. This is all a bit too,” she pinched her lips, “rustic for my tastes.”
“But I digress. We have much business to discuss, Miss…?”
Her discontent of the swarthy, sweltering atmosphere showed only in the number of the buttons left open on her blouse.
Erida had schooled her features into a perfect picture of a placid lake and swept into the tent. Blonde to blonde. How quaint.
They shook hands. Sat. The Umbaran waved her bodyguards outside and extracted a slim datapad from her valise.
“Well enough,” Teheron conceded. “I must confess myself fonder of more urban climes. This is all a bit too,” she pinched her lips, “rustic for my tastes.”
“But I digress. We have much business to discuss, Miss…?”