FLIRTY: "No, but I can get very busy with a stunning Duchess if she only wants it~!" The Duchess grins and then takes your hand.
"Come with me, then, dear, it's not like you have anyone else to serve." Your brain sufficiently excited about prospect of copulation, you leave your post and follow the Duchess - and the blonde mercenary follows you two.
"Duchess! This man is at work!" The woman in question just grins.
"Plase reconsider, my Duchess!" The mercenary repeats her annoyed plea, which elicits a giggle from the Duchess.
"If you're jealous Vanessa we can make it a threesome!" Arma yells, not even looking at the mercenary, as 'Vanessa' starts cursing and grumbling under her breath.
When you enter the interior spaces of Ocean Eleven and its cargo hold, you realize what it is - the cargo hold was refurbished into large, luxurious living area, complete with a small kitchen and a large bed and all sorts of entertainment and media devices.
The Duchess drags you in and locks the door right in front of her bodyguard's face.
1236USY.8d/1m.1030h
You lie down alongside the taller and bigger lady. The delicate sheets underneath your body feel luxurious and comfortable.
Your technical pre-programmed knowledge allowed your movements to be precise, your touch gentle, and your approach tactful. Your wetware chip kept your emotions in control and your manufactured organs, without a fault, kept you from reaching the peak too soon.
The Duchess, on other hand, after three hours of bed-side gymnastics, looks a bit dissappointed. She brushes her hair, then yours, with her hand, and looks at you.
"You were lovely, dear." She hums, without much emotion.
"Though your movements were rather... I don't know, a bit... hm, maybe you were just trying too hard for your Duchess, trying to impress me, rather than have fun, yes~?"A)
FLIRTY: "If you want, you can test my skills once more just to be sure~"B) "I did my best."
C) "Maybe you are right."
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