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You begin to relax your aching feet after the days walking up and down the various streets and into and out of the various shops, the soft thick carpet in the room a welcome relief as you slowly discard your jumpsuit and strip down as you walk towards the bathroom, where much to your own surprise you see that the bath is already beginning to fill with water, a pleasant fragrant smell emanating from some bubbles in the water.

You hear a familiar light buzzing from behind as you test the water with a hand and adjust the temperature slightly down. "I took the liberty of running the bath when you arrived downstairs." Bug announces as the familiar buzzing changes pitch as a fresh towel is deposited onto a hook beside the bathtub.

"Thanks bug, did I ever say that you're the best." You reply with a smile as the bathtub reaches a depth and temperature for you to happily step in and slide yourself in, an audible sigh as your muscles in your legs relax after the first proper day of proper use since you accepted the lift from Jacque.

"Not that I can recall, but I'm happy to hear." Bug replies in his synthetic tones, as you can practically picture the small digital smile on his features. "If you need anything else from me just ask." Bug continues as you hear the light buzzing of his replusor motor slowly begin to fade as he began to leave.

"Oh there is something Bug." You say realizing you better let bug know about your guests, you hear the buzzing grow louder again as bug turns back and float towards you. "I've got a guest turning up, they should have my room number, but if you could let the front desk know to send them up my way." You say with a relaxed tone, as the hot water continues to fill up the bathtub, the pleasant scented bubble mix slowly rising over your naked form.

"Would you like me to leave the door open for you?" Bug replies as he floats over the bathtub, his repulsors making a small wave of ripples in the water.

"A little presumptious bug." You say with a smile as you use your feet to stop the water filling the tub, by swiping it across the sensors.

"I didn't hear you decline the offer." Bug replies in a sped that would pass for a comedy holovid, were it not for the limitations of the range of it's synthetic voice.

"Well you were right, I've got some pleasant company, and I plan to make a mess of the room I'm afraid." You reply with a giggle as you look up at bug.

"Suits me, I enjoy making the cleaning bots tidy up, they've got such a snobbery just because they're larger." Bug replies with a grin like display on the small digital display bug had as a face.

"Well I'll just make sure to make a big mess so you can lord over those snooty cleaning bots then." You reply with a grin of your own as you lie back and begin to float in the bath, which was probably closer to the dimensions of a small pool.

"Very good Val, you have your fun tonight, and I'll have might tomorrow." Bug says the digital screen rendering a basic wink before the small bot floats away and leaves you to your bath.

You enjoy a nice long soak in the bath, and it leaves your skin feeling especially soft. You check the time from a nearby vid screen and see that it's the later afternoon still and that you had a while to try on your new clothes, including the one you were most curious of, your new catsuit. You find the bag in particular and pull out the black outfit, opening up the packaging and depositing the unassuming item of clothing onto your bed.

You hold up one of the sleeves for the catsuit and try and imagine a pair of black gloves extending from the sleeve, and wondering if one of the pairs you were bought would match the color, not that it mattered, but it was a stray thought, which caused the catsuit to stretch and suddenly grow a pair of gloves. You stared in marvel at the new formation, and quickly check the other sleeve to see if you'd missed the gloves, but see that the other sleeve doesn't have a glove, until you imagine how strange it'd be for the suit not to match, and suddenly another glove forms from the sleeve upward. There was no denying it now, this was the real thing, although you'd kill to know just what powered it, or how it ended up in a normal shop.

You quickly search the packaging and find a small sheet bearing the manufacturing details, the company isn't one you recongize, and the corporate logo lacks any of the normal dramatic flair of your standard fashion label. You figure that this must of been some sort of prototype for something that didn't catch on, or was about to hit the markets, hell it could be a military prototype for all you cared, in your mind it was most definitely your gain, and you quickly slide your legs into lower half, struggling at first until the suit seemingly shapes itself to assist you. You search for a zip and then find that there is none, but that the suit seems to seal itself up around you except a generous window for your cleavage.

You walk over to a nearby mirror and examine the dark outfit, which hugs your frame and is surprisingly comfortable, with a feeling not too dissimilar to wearing nothing, but without the loss of modesty, at least where that was necessary. You recalled what Staci had told you about pockets, and you trying picturing a few in pouches in convenient places for your tools of the trade, and sure enough they began to form, and a quick check of some verified that the dimensions were what you had hoped.

With a smile you quickly head over to the bags where you had purchased some of the more inconspicuous tools, basically ones which had a preferred purpose other than the skull duggerey you and others in your line of work might use them for, and followed this with the titanium tools you had gained from Jacque, stowing them neatly into a pouch on your upper thigh. You'd often imagined the romanticised version of a femal master thief, and you knew you had the confidence and skill set to get by with a good bit of seduction work, ending in a quick tumble or a knocked out and disapointed person.

You study yourself in the same mirror as earlier and notice that the pouches and pockets had somewhat disturbed the look, and then again you recalled something Staci had mentioned, about how you could effectively hide your pouches/pockets and the equipment therein. You concentrate of hiding the various pockets and pouches closing your eyes and opening them to see that the catsuit looked as it had earlier, but as you took a step you could still feel the subtle weights of the various equipment stashed in the catsuit. Looks like you can't use it to try and cheat physics too much it seems, but then given what you can already do, its not like you could complain.

You check time again and see that you've still got some time to kill, and head over to the bed so you can get back to reading up on various local system news and reading up on other planets, including checking the various local nets to see if you could gain some leads to potential fences or places of interest should you need to make a quick escape, until you get bored and end up browsing a site you were very familiar with.

The site was a varied info board dedicated to various topics ranging to very highly specialised like people who like to talk theory and shop about certain works, such as ship engineers which you like to follow, with your interest with engines and ship innards in general. To more specific topics dedicated to very specific erotica, which is a very deep rabbit hole to go down when curiosity gets the better of you, but what you tend to enjoy the most are the so called underground group, where people share and swap theories and conspiracies to various big news stories. You know you shouldn't indulge yourself too much but with some of the crazy stories you've read about things people have heard from a friends or other sketchy third hand accounts of shadowy dealings of the shady government groups or the more mercenary mega corps fighting wars on less inhabited planets for patent rights, granted there may be a grain of truth to some of them but mostly just fantasy, but it was fun watching people indulge one and other, you've often posted to stir people up with your provocative posts, and sometimes the occasional provocative photo as added bait.

Today it seems the hot topic was about a few large Mega corps seemingly working together, despite being in direct competition in a huge number of Markets. One of the more intresting theories was that the mega corps were banding together and pooling resources to try and succeed from the Central core government, and free themselves of the tax and laws restricting their progress. Something you could possibly imagine happening, but probably not in your lifetime, after all the core worlds were a sizeable market and ultimately there's still more money to be made evading taxes like every other mega corp did.

At some point in your browsing you decided to post a photo, after ensuring you could scramble any the standard location algorithms if someone could identify you from just your sumptuous pussy, but thankfully given that even if someone managed to work out where the Holo pict was taken from a luxury hotel room, and either assume it was a spoofed location or a bored rich daughter, rather than a fugitive with a poor definition of low profile. Taking this pict allowed you to test out the last feature Staci had told you about your catsuit, which was to make the material recede until your more or less naked, fashioning the catsuit into a sexy set of stockings and a suspender material and a topless corset, very sexy very practical, and potentialy very fun.

You continue to browse lying almost naked on your bed, when you hear the door opening, and bug welcoming you guest, which you assume is Staci, and you intentionally ignore her and wait to see what move she makes, as you strain to listen out for the soft footsteps on the carpet.

"Mmmmmmm I've been getting myself nice and ready, do you like?" You ask seductivley continuing to stare at your holo terminal screen, signing off a message to the board for various conspiracies with a missy message saying you were off to enjoy your night of fun, with many replies dropping in from various member wishing you a fun night, and a few requesting videos.

"Oh I like." A gruff masculine voice replies causing you to suddenly spring around only to feel something solid impact the side of your head, and suddenly black filled your vision.