Sit on Taiya's lap.

You stumble towards the left-most seat and grab onto the back of it as the ship rumbles. "Uhm, maybe I should strap myself down, just until we're in space, right?" you ask. Then with a nervous wince, you look to the patiently-waiting woman beside you as she hesitates locking in her belt. From this angle, you can more generously see down her dress--perky bust giving you quite a lot of cleavage to be distracted by.

"Go ahead," she replies. "I'm waiting."

After a deep breath, despite not really having a fully human-like respiratory system, you sit down. Her laps is so soft and warm, and as you get settled, she pulls the wraps in around your chest and locks them in.

"Are you comfy?" she asks.

You nod. "I think so."

"Mmm. Good girl. I'm glad." She chuckles as she gets a little adventurous with her hands. You feel them sensually slide from your hips down, your skirt, to your thighs as she presses them against your legs. You can't help but tense up and pull your legs together as she does so. "Don't be so nervous," she adds. "I'm just trying to make you feel more relaxed."

"The roughest part is coming up!" Carl states, pulling back on the handle. The engines hum, and as energy flares waft from the back of the ship, it rises up towards the sky.

While it does, the entire thing rumbles. You're not sure if it's meant to shake this much, or if the ship is just old, but everything is vibrating. It feels kinda... good. Though you try to ignore such a thought, the movement of Taiya's hands brings it back to your attention. They move inwards--fingernails stroking softly up your legs, up your thighs, and to the edge of your skirt.

"Mmm. Doesn't it feel kinda nice?" she whispers into your ear once again. "The shaking?"

"N-No," you lie.

"When the engines really start going, and there's that deep, bass-like vibration... Well, this is what makes flying in such a beat-up spaceship not so bad, right?"

Her touch strokes slightly up towards your inner thighs, and in such a position, you can't do much about it.

Mmm, I need to ignore it! Ignore the feeling! But her fingers... No, they're getting even closer. They're... Th-They're lifting my skirt. Ah, but I feel so sensitive. Why--!

Then after a sudden rush, everything stops.

"There we go," Taiya says. "We made it. Go on. That wasn't so bad, was it?" She unbuckles the belt, and gives your butt a little nudge with her palm as you stand.