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She looks a bit too much like her sister – so much so it makes your stomach turn, in fact. You have seen the One-Eyed Captain wear the same expression on a wild night’s morn. Her dress disordered and rumpled too – or your dear friend would wear no clothes at all. You’d stand in the door and watch her kick out her latest conquest, or not bother to hide her toys while she dressed herself.

Your dick is not yet hard, and you no longer allow yourself to look. The One-Eyed Captain would act oblivious but she did take the time to show off her body while you pretended to look away. You are professionals, and so it never went beyond teasing. {if Connected: The One-Eyed Captain > 2} Not until she invited you to her cabin and teased you with her feet. {endif}

You use gentle words and your most disarming smile. Maybe the One-Eyed Captain would forgive you. And her. Maybe she’d approve. But you are tired and nauseous, and you cannot stop thinking about her alone in her hospital bed.

”Fuck the Saints, First Officer, you are a fucking tease.” The Younger Dustwell exhales. ”But maybe your right. My sister’s – well she’s my sister. I better go.” She rolls off your bed and hurries away.

But she does pause in the door, long enough to grant you one last look at her in her dress, sweaty and rumpled from well-spent night. A ray of light falls across her dishevelled hair and reveals a bashful smirk. ”See you around,” she says and is gone.