6-292: Administration Bureau Executive Conference Facility
Zayaire does spare a glance at Winta, but it’s because he’s obviously not comfortable about her hearing what he’s about to say. That said, he does take a moment to observe her magnificent breasts.
Returning his gaze to Aston he says, “A colleague of yours in Trade in Octant 3 has been messing around with the trade data numbers from there, and it looks like maybe they are hiding something illegal. The Vizierate has become aware of this and are investigating whether similar activities are going on in other Octants.”
Aston frowns, “The Vizierate, not the Legion?”
Zayaire says, “my source says it is the Vizierate taking an interest, and the Legion don’t seem to know anything about it.”
“And your source is…?”
“Very reliable and discreet,” Zayaire responds, ignoring the implied offer to identify the origin of his information.
“Do you know the name of this colleague of mine?”
“I do not. All I heard mentioned was Captree. You would know better than I who the likely candidates are.”
Aston nods, apparently processing what he has just heard.
Zayaire says, “I’d be careful talking to the purple beak anymore; he didn’t try to pump you about this, did he?”
Aston says casually, “Nah…I think he just wanted to kill time playing word games as an excuse to stare at Emerald.”
Zayaire laughs and slaps Aston on the shoulder, “Well, I can see why that would be the case,” and he takes the opportunity to look Winta up and down, “do…enjoy…your night, Aston.”
He turns to Winta and nods, “Another time.”
With that he will depart; Winta has a couple of opportunities to interact before he does so, if she chooses.
Lia has been fussing with something in her purse during this chat, so her attention appears diverted. At one point she drops her purse (you can choose at what point of the conversation this occurs). She will make a frustrated/embarrassed noise as she crouches to pick it up. She is now at Zayaire’s feet. As she looks up at him from this position, he has an unobstructed view straight down the front of her dress, practically to her navel. She is obviously not wearing a bra. She is using her arms to subtly press the breasts together, presenting the most magnificent cleavage he has possibly ever seen. He may believe that if he leans down, perhaps to assist her in rising, he may even catch a tantalising glimpse of her underwear…if she’s wearing any ..
Her gaze as she looks up at him is aloof, untouchable – it screams “I’m not yours, you can’t have me.” The lips however, tell another story. She has applied a very wet look gloss and her full lips are parted slightly – in contrast to the challenging eyes, the lips seem to say “Don’t you want to try and steal me from him?”
Lia is aware that Zayaire has a lot of experience with women, he is the kind of man who is used to getting everything he wants. Hence why he finds women on the streets and pays to have them painted and dressed to fit into this world. What he doesn’t have is women like Lia, who are not only stunning but very sexually confident and experienced. The kind of woman who could well be his match, socially and sexually.
She is trying to hook him by being everything he wants but the one thing he can’t have. She is bargaining on this driving him crazy. She wants him to want her badly enough that it won’t matter how many women he sleeps with tonight, he won’t be satisfied because she will be the woman haunting his mind.