It's a dateZet’ara brushed the lithe fingers of one hand against the side of her head under the fleshy appendages that served as her hair. Her prehensile locks quivered slightly, her slow breathing causing the large mounds of her quadruple mammaries to rise and fall with surprising ease. A second hand nervously tapped the poly metal surface of her desk while a third and fourth motioned over the data terminal before her. She wanted to get back to her work, but instead she was stuck waiting for a mysterious appointment. No ID had been presented only a name, but with the urgency and connections this person had she could not deny a meeting.
Zet’ara shifted in her seat and brought up the name of her expected visitor. Her four yellow eyes were focusing on the alien text, trying to determine what species it was. Her horizontal pupils narrowing as she tried to sound out the proper pronunciation.
“W…Y… Why… at? Why..it?
Interstellar working Girls.Kayslass, having finished her shift departed to the upper levels of the Froodui House where her dorm was located. The smooth door panels slid apart allowing her to enter the small living quarters. She walked with heavy, fatigued steps causing her purple body to jiggle slightly. As the angles of light changed, parts of her translucent body shone a reddish hue. She ran her hand through the assorted dreadlocks on her head, the rubbery strands grown into a variety of reds, blues, purples, and pinks. Kayslass moved directly to her resting slab and simply dropped onto it with a large plop. The accommodations seemed harsh but it was not due to simple stinginess on the part of Madame Tel’uri who ran the Froodui House, the lady Keilick was actually quite fond of all her Glaymoss ‘girls’ as she called them. Glaymoss have no gender and mimic the forms of other species. While most have already assumed a visage of a human fema