Another Time. Promise a second Date on your Return.

{if Cold Iron > 1} She steps closer to collect the sword, her hand lingering on yours. {endif}

"Shame." She exhales, causing a drop of sweat to land on her falling chest. "We should leave. And you cannot stay." Her voice quivers, but she smiles the moment away. "Don’t be cross, First Officer. I could have a tongue in my cunt all day long, and they love me on my knees, but they get strange if I invite a man into my room with even the purest intentions – it’s not you, it just is what it is. Navy life. I have a reputation to maintain, being a woman especially – and my comrades in arms are terrible gossips to a man. But I would like to see you again. Away from here. And I am glad you came."

You say goodbye on the shadowed landing half-a-flight up the stairs from her room. She kisses your lips, gropes your cock through the fabric of your pants, then laughs and kisses you again.

"See you soon?"