As she tiptoed in a circle down the alley she waited; she tipped her head up and blew smoke rings, one hand tucked still into her duster pocket. While she waited she did a quick search online and more tiny images appeared in front of her eyes. “’Mmm… that song works.” It hummed at first, clearing eventually so that she could hear it like one would in the background while they drove. It was then that she exited the alley and entered into a crowded party district full of life and lowlife. Bright lights and more pretty cameras. Direction bedamned, she just kept going about wherever seemed the most interesting. All the while that wired mind of hers cracked and hacked camera feeds so she could better watch her step—long transparent strands reflecting every glowing sign like a disco ball.
Despite the crowds, and more habit than anything else, she still blipped cameras. He might, if anything, might be able to follow her based on the camera blips, no? That actually made her grin around the smoke. Give him something to chew on, yeah?
She gasped in sensual glee when a notification popped up. The jolt to her brain had his mitts all over it, and—not for the first time—she regretted not truly being able to flirt with him. Didn’t need to spook him if he thought she was a super gay dude poking at keys. Wait… unless that was his thing? She frowned, stopping long enough to contemplate this.
….Nah.
As she took a long inhale and continued on her way, exhaling a plume as she open the notification. She blinked once, barked laughter, and then grinned like the short little imp that she was. Ohhhhh… but what to do with this? Licking was out of the question, no matter how delicious his little loves bites tasted to her circuits—living and undead.
While she was thinking she watched as he fed text before her eyes. Such pretty text. She wanted to poke it, but it would look a bit odd—probably—for someone going about their way poking at the air in front of them. The again, someone would likely assume she was just pissed drunk or drugged—or both.
It was a good thing she didn’t like money much. It was nice most of the time for things. But if she did love money she’d have probably taken his bait. As it stood…. she was just trying to figure out how to up the ante. She hadn’t brassed him off badly enough to scare him off. He was still being catty and cute. Plus, there way the super sexy way he just… sent things. Like he’d been caressing the lines. Was it weird she could sense that? Naaaaah.
So no taking the bait… but how to… hmmm… She tapped ash off her smoke and jumped effortlessly onto a concrete barrier and went on her way. Only when she got to the end did she snap her fingers and in the process flick away her cigarette into a muddy pool of cesswater.
On the matter of the money, though tricky, she sent back. And then she quickly created new accounts, transferred her funds, and wiped that trail along with her calling card—but not before dumping a few thousand or so creds into the offended party’s account with a small fabricated apology on behalf of an automated system response. She set up a trail that dead ended in some tiny system’s accounts several light-years away so it wouldn’t follow back to her. She’d be quite surprised if anyone actually went to all that trouble to check; they’d have to actually send a ship out, only to discover the place was a cold as balls ice mine; and by then they'd never find her trail. And hey, blame the tech, right? No harm no foul. At least the client wouldn’t have anyone to fault it on but a system glitch.
And then… Ha.
It wasn’t practical; it wasn’t even mean, really. Not compared to what he’d done to her—tried to do. But She did it anyway because she liked pulling his string. She’d rather be pulling on his cock, but someone like Fate took—deserved—more effort. Especially considering he’d taken the time to keep playing with her. And so, she flooded his feed with gay porn ads—that would roll down his screen and make it nigh impossible to overcome. Text, ads, images, audio, and then some. You know... cause she kinda wanted to see what he said of the gay theory. Of course, this required some effort that made her just a wee bit vulnerable. Thus, she made sure to slip between a dark alcove before sending it—just between the camera views. She could have made them move their line of sight, but he’d have probably moved them back.
When he cleared it out the shit, next would come:
>I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round,
>Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier
She paused, wondering how he’s take the quote before continuing the text feed.
>I was hoping for something like, “Love is favorable between the hours of noon and six tomorrow; your lucky numbers are 13, 4, and 29. ”
>Glenfiddich?
>Jazz I can do.
>Not so horny then?
And then she sent him not just music this time, but a music vid. Playful? Perhaps, she mused as she bit her lip from inside the alcove and waited until she could resecure herself from the cams.
Despite the crowds, and more habit than anything else, she still blipped cameras. He might, if anything, might be able to follow her based on the camera blips, no? That actually made her grin around the smoke. Give him something to chew on, yeah?
She gasped in sensual glee when a notification popped up. The jolt to her brain had his mitts all over it, and—not for the first time—she regretted not truly being able to flirt with him. Didn’t need to spook him if he thought she was a super gay dude poking at keys. Wait… unless that was his thing? She frowned, stopping long enough to contemplate this.
….Nah.
As she took a long inhale and continued on her way, exhaling a plume as she open the notification. She blinked once, barked laughter, and then grinned like the short little imp that she was. Ohhhhh… but what to do with this? Licking was out of the question, no matter how delicious his little loves bites tasted to her circuits—living and undead.
While she was thinking she watched as he fed text before her eyes. Such pretty text. She wanted to poke it, but it would look a bit odd—probably—for someone going about their way poking at the air in front of them. The again, someone would likely assume she was just pissed drunk or drugged—or both.
It was a good thing she didn’t like money much. It was nice most of the time for things. But if she did love money she’d have probably taken his bait. As it stood…. she was just trying to figure out how to up the ante. She hadn’t brassed him off badly enough to scare him off. He was still being catty and cute. Plus, there way the super sexy way he just… sent things. Like he’d been caressing the lines. Was it weird she could sense that? Naaaaah.
So no taking the bait… but how to… hmmm… She tapped ash off her smoke and jumped effortlessly onto a concrete barrier and went on her way. Only when she got to the end did she snap her fingers and in the process flick away her cigarette into a muddy pool of cesswater.
On the matter of the money, though tricky, she sent back. And then she quickly created new accounts, transferred her funds, and wiped that trail along with her calling card—but not before dumping a few thousand or so creds into the offended party’s account with a small fabricated apology on behalf of an automated system response. She set up a trail that dead ended in some tiny system’s accounts several light-years away so it wouldn’t follow back to her. She’d be quite surprised if anyone actually went to all that trouble to check; they’d have to actually send a ship out, only to discover the place was a cold as balls ice mine; and by then they'd never find her trail. And hey, blame the tech, right? No harm no foul. At least the client wouldn’t have anyone to fault it on but a system glitch.
And then… Ha.
It wasn’t practical; it wasn’t even mean, really. Not compared to what he’d done to her—tried to do. But She did it anyway because she liked pulling his string. She’d rather be pulling on his cock, but someone like Fate took—deserved—more effort. Especially considering he’d taken the time to keep playing with her. And so, she flooded his feed with gay porn ads—that would roll down his screen and make it nigh impossible to overcome. Text, ads, images, audio, and then some. You know... cause she kinda wanted to see what he said of the gay theory. Of course, this required some effort that made her just a wee bit vulnerable. Thus, she made sure to slip between a dark alcove before sending it—just between the camera views. She could have made them move their line of sight, but he’d have probably moved them back.
When he cleared it out the shit, next would come:
>I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round,
>Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier
She paused, wondering how he’s take the quote before continuing the text feed.
>I was hoping for something like, “Love is favorable between the hours of noon and six tomorrow; your lucky numbers are 13, 4, and 29. ”
>Glenfiddich?
>Jazz I can do.
>Not so horny then?
And then she sent him not just music this time, but a music vid. Playful? Perhaps, she mused as she bit her lip from inside the alcove and waited until she could resecure herself from the cams.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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