Hearing N'Ïrk's voice behind them, startles the two young women with short, black hair.
Their golden eyes quickly locking onto the young man at their backs, ashamed as if they were caught in the middle of a steamy intimate session of self stimulation.
Danika Verderben, is the most affected, her Empiric Energy signature flickering and interfering with her holographic disguise.
She didn't born in Dhägna'Hür, belonging to another species, the Grüneder.
Which is why she employs the disguise, to occult her white greyish skin that has extra smooth, tiny little scales that doesn't get flushed on her cheeks, or in the way to mess with the good silhouette, of the well trained, toned body she possess.
Along this features, comes her natural slit pupils, and a really long tongue that is leaving slowly the confines of her wet, wide open mouth.
In dissonant concordance. Katjha Tapferkeit has a dim blush, chuckling with a playful but confident smile as she retorts to N'Ïrk and observes her friend. "The gorgeous one is someone else. Right, Danika?".
The damsel doesn't move, and the second non born in Dhägna'Hür, rises her high pitched annoying voice. "Your disguise fell off!. You are ugly again!".
Maggereith Finezza, a half elven half fairy lady with slim body, curl lilac hair, like her skin, and light green eyes.
She is the girlfriend of Harinder Rafner, N'Ïrk's friend and the young man with chestnut hair, and glasses over his yellow eyes with fake analytical stare, sitting next to, and in between his little sister and lover.
The phrase of Maggereith is closer to a complain, rather than a warning or advice.
Yet, the panic in Danika's is evident, with a rushed move to recalibrate and reactivate the holographic disguise, to appear like any other resident of Dhägna'Hür.
N'Ïrk's reflexes kick in, reaching for Danika's wrist, covering the smartwatch with his hand, preventing the damsel from deprived him of the mesmerizing natural beauty the lady has.
"The only ugly person here is the brainless, buttless and breastless, skinny, short sighted branch, glued to the Stupid Harinder".
Hayden Rafner burst into laugh. The dumb airhead girlfriend of her brother hasn't catch the drift that N'Ïrk's comment was directed towards her. *Hahaha*. "You are so direct and funny Ni-Ni. Someone here should have already learned that from you".
"Impossible. He would had dump his dumb, boring girlfriend if he could change".
*Hahaha*. "Too bad both made a couple of airheads that only look moderately stupid".
Hayden and N'Ïrk keep roasting the two lovers that are unable to follow the slang, or the not so hidden meaning in the phrases.
Which doesn't apply to Danika and Katjha, both giggling and laughing with the obliviousness of their friends.
"Danika. Aren't you a bit too easy?". Teases Katjha. N'Ïrk has holded the damsel's wrist the entire time, sitting by her side, and she didn't put the slightest resistance, nor complained about it.
"W-What do you mean, Kat?".
"You are letting him touch your skin. You usually freakout when others have contact with you. It took me years to greet you with a kiss on the cheek".
"That is because most people are dirty. You were too. He doesn't feel filthy at all".
Katjha has heard this explanation multiple times. But she doesn't comprehend what is the context or meaning of «Dirty».
"You haven't seen when he lets out a lot of his sticky goo!". Maggereith exclaims.
She saw N'Ïrk ejaculation after a random cocksucker entered in the wrong room during a party. Seeing the clumsy inexperience of the kneeling skinny damsel, finishing the blowjob on her behalf.
"Sticky goo?. Did you spit on my girlfriend, Femboy Lover?". Asks Harinder with a big grin. He adores to cock block N'Ïrk, and put him in weird situations. Moments in which his brain actually functions as if he were a genius, and not a stupid dumbass with lots of luck.
"She suck me off. Or at least tried, and that is how you two meet. Remember now, Loli-Siscon?".
"You are right!". *Hahaha*. "I almost forgot".
Harinder turns to Maggereith and pecks the lady's lips and forehead. Both showing how detached and empty headed they can be.
"Love is terrifying". Shrugs Hayden, grossed out by her brother's affection display towards another woman. "I really hope to never be like this pair of idiots".
The chitchat and the drinks keep flowing, until a show only for females is announced and promoted for the next deck. Causing Hayden and Katjha to hastily stand up, the latter pulling Danika with her, winking an eye to N'Ïrk as the three leave the lounge fast.
*Mhm*. "Femboy Lover. Where is my Little Sister?".
"She left, and different to you, Loli-Siscon. I don't like being the third wheel, nor force or encourage others to be so neither".
N'Ïrk strolls in the lounge. He is having a blast with the amount of cultures and languages of the aliens. Some of them are less anthropoid, while others are almost alike.
The exploration keeps going, but the young man abruptly stops his move. Looking to his right a mature curvaceous female of white greyish skin, bright amber eyes and shoulder length wavy black hair.
The attire she wears is a tight revealing black dress, which only puzzles N'Ïrk. The woman is a goddess, yet, she is alone and for some reason, no one dares to approach her.
Stepping back, he does an exaggerated return, evidently conveying how much he wants to attract the female's attention.
"May i ask what is boring you so much, that is shrouding the gorgeousness of your stunning sensuous face?".
The female glance at N'Ïrk. She is not angry, annoyed or disgusted by the handsome young man approaching with obvious nefarious and libidinous but truthful and lustful intentions.
Instead, a dim confusion accompanied with awe and a lingering disbelief. "I am alone in a place for youngsters. How am i not going to be bored?".
Nodding, the young man steps forward and leans closer over the table. "Certainly a problem. And one that i can help you with".
"Didn't you listen, young man?. I am too old for you".
"Do you have three hundred and ninety two digits in your age?".
The woman is caught of guard at the stupid insinuation. "No…". N'Ïrk's cuts the reply short. "Me neither, so age is not something we should worry about. May i take a sit?".
"Shouldn't you invite me a drink first?".
N'Ïrk tilts his head, confused. "That is not how things work. You invite me a drink. I thank you with a kiss, and if you like it, well, we'll see about that later".
*Hahahaha*. The woman can't hold her wholeheartedly laugh at the hilarious but delusional words of N'Ïrk. Though, that is the norm in Dhägna'Hür.
"Has that ever worked for you, young man?".
"I can tell you once you've bought me a drink".
*Haha*. "Fine. I play your game. Go ahead, take a sit and order one drink, young man".
The woman glance to the chair in the opposite side of the table. N'Ïrk has a more bashfuless approach. Sitting right next to the female.
She rises an eyebrow. The interest on the young man looks genuine. He obviously wants to bed her. Yet, his actions seem intentional and not clouded by the lecherous mind that N'Ïrk evidently has.
The drink is delivered with an automatized drone, and N'Ïrk grabs the glass. "From who i am receiving this gift?".
*Haha*. "What a way to ask for my name, young man. Is this one of those famous pickup lines?".
"No. Is a tradition of Dhägna'Hür".
"How convenient for you, young man. I am Verulkya Hinterbacker".
"Hinterbacker?. Like, the Nine Star Enrouted, Varmina Hinterbacker?".
"She is my sister". The change on tone is immediate. Less friendly. More serious and cold. "Is that a problem?".
"Only if she interrupts us".
Verulkya blinks. Incapable of keeping up with the way N'Ïrk's thought process works.
She sighs, murmuring to herself. "I am going to regret this". Verulkya grabs the drink from N'Ïrk's hand, sipping half in one gulp, and the other half remains inside of her mouth. Her gaze communicating better than words. "If you want this, come and get it"…