08-30-2017, 06:05 PM
Loud and vibrant, the glittering lights of Coruscant's hidden jewel sparkled in the artificial night. High rises rose in straight, orderly blocks, reaching towards the lamps far above, fading in ambition the futher out from the city center one got, dissolving at last into a tangled web of back alleys and single-story residential/commercial quarters.
Nalia reflected on the state of things as looked out over the shadowed masses far in the distance. Glimmering orbs coming and going, flitting like fireflies below.
Like ants...
A soft snore from behind - the client was already satisfied. A regular of her services, Nalia knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't wake until the artificial morning's light streamed in. Heavy sleeper.
Her reflection stared back at her from the surface of the transparisteel window, lit from behind by the soft incandescence of artificial light ebbing from the nightstand. Red skin, horns, neon pink eyes with vertical pupils, and a spade-tipped tail - his tastes were certainly conventional. She wasn't as much of a fan, herself. But she wasn't paid to have opinions.
Nalia undid the silk rope that held her robe closed, letting the garment fall by the wayside. Another glance behind, ears alert for the continued snoring, before she closed her eyes.
Before the Omniverse, she had been an artist. Like others of her shade, she found great beauty in the many forms life could take. In her mind's eye, she could capture them - every minute detail, down to the hairs on their arms, etched in stone within.
A heat pumped inside her, filling her bones, swelling rapidly, hot enough to melt. Legs wobbled, the warm sensation reaching out of her pores, almost steaming the air itself. She lost her sense of sight, then of smell, hearing, and taste, as her facial features dissolved, then pulled back together, one by one, into rough fascimiles. Eyes opened, blank and featureless, her body a mass of pink gel formed in the shape of a human. That remained - but only for a moment. Splotches hardened, contracted, forming into pale skin, spreading like milk dropped in coffee. Shape distended, shortened, lengthened, pulling and stretching. Swelled, narrowed, fingers and toes forming out of the mass. Nails, hairs, lips, primary and secondary sexual characteristics - softly defined at first, like looking at something through a heavy blur, before solidifying, like pulling out of a dream in reverse.
Soon, the changing was complete, and a blonde, freckled waif looked back at her. She blinked - thrice. Opened mouth, did a quick count. Leaned forward, inspecting the web of color in her irises. Perfect replication.
She gathered her clothes quietly, putting them in her handbag and extracting a separate set. Her next client would be expecting her soon. Dress donned, she slipped a faux diamond stud from the bag and attached it to her ear. Quiet as she came, she left the room, the stone catching the warm light of the lamp before the door could click shut, molten surface glowing like a firefly.
Nalia reflected on the state of things as looked out over the shadowed masses far in the distance. Glimmering orbs coming and going, flitting like fireflies below.
Like ants...
A soft snore from behind - the client was already satisfied. A regular of her services, Nalia knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't wake until the artificial morning's light streamed in. Heavy sleeper.
Her reflection stared back at her from the surface of the transparisteel window, lit from behind by the soft incandescence of artificial light ebbing from the nightstand. Red skin, horns, neon pink eyes with vertical pupils, and a spade-tipped tail - his tastes were certainly conventional. She wasn't as much of a fan, herself. But she wasn't paid to have opinions.
Nalia undid the silk rope that held her robe closed, letting the garment fall by the wayside. Another glance behind, ears alert for the continued snoring, before she closed her eyes.
Before the Omniverse, she had been an artist. Like others of her shade, she found great beauty in the many forms life could take. In her mind's eye, she could capture them - every minute detail, down to the hairs on their arms, etched in stone within.
A heat pumped inside her, filling her bones, swelling rapidly, hot enough to melt. Legs wobbled, the warm sensation reaching out of her pores, almost steaming the air itself. She lost her sense of sight, then of smell, hearing, and taste, as her facial features dissolved, then pulled back together, one by one, into rough fascimiles. Eyes opened, blank and featureless, her body a mass of pink gel formed in the shape of a human. That remained - but only for a moment. Splotches hardened, contracted, forming into pale skin, spreading like milk dropped in coffee. Shape distended, shortened, lengthened, pulling and stretching. Swelled, narrowed, fingers and toes forming out of the mass. Nails, hairs, lips, primary and secondary sexual characteristics - softly defined at first, like looking at something through a heavy blur, before solidifying, like pulling out of a dream in reverse.
Soon, the changing was complete, and a blonde, freckled waif looked back at her. She blinked - thrice. Opened mouth, did a quick count. Leaned forward, inspecting the web of color in her irises. Perfect replication.
She gathered her clothes quietly, putting them in her handbag and extracting a separate set. Her next client would be expecting her soon. Dress donned, she slipped a faux diamond stud from the bag and attached it to her ear. Quiet as she came, she left the room, the stone catching the warm light of the lamp before the door could click shut, molten surface glowing like a firefly.
Uh oh. Those boys got me all tingly...
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I must calm it.
I must calm it.