Look for Marika

You find Magos Marika Talahan hunched over some personal project in her private working area. The room is of small size, more long than broad, its brazen walls clad out with obscure automata dedicated to some occult Adeptus Mechanicus Task.

With confident steps, you approach her. From afar, you see only some techpriest in the typical Marsian robes. Coming a little closer, you are unmistakably able to recognize certain womanly proportions under her robe. Coming even closer, you are able to take a good view of her busty ass. Marika, however is so deep into her work she does not notice your presence.

For a while, you are content just to stand and watch her from behind, as she works on some project nlocked from your view. Then, you decide to step out of the shadows.

"Hey Marika" you say, barely able to surpress your grin." How are you?"

You smile as you see her wheel around in shock. She begins to relax slightly as she sees you. Although Marsian Adepts were always intent on not showing or feeling any emotions, Marika was a book all to easy too read for an experienced inquisitor like you.

"Cassius, didn't you know it is naughty to spy on a girl who is working?" ,She asks in an alluring tone, leaning back over her workbench invitingly.

Chuckling, you step closer to her. " I am an Inquisitor, Marika" you say slowly, as you pull back her hood, revealing an astonishingly young, unaugmented face, a pearl of sweat trickling down one cheek. "Spying is my job, dear. And your shock at my presence suggests their is something you want to hide". Your eyes look deeply into her green ones.

"Oh Inquisitor", she utters in what she surely hoped was an innocent tone. "I do not know what a big powerful man like you could want from a small girl like me." Saying thus, she scrambles back on the workbench, until she is seated right onto it.

You sigh as you slowly step between her legs, which she opens slightly for you, locking your gazes. "Marika, you of the adeptus mechanicus preach that you are strong, because you think that you do not show any emotion." Your hands trail up on her robe until they remain placed over the collar of her robe. "Let me say you, you still show everything". And with that, you tear away her entire robe in one, swift pull of your arms.