Hypnopics Collective

The ship bobbed on the waves slightly. Gently swaying too and thro as the wind caressed the wound up sails. The deck, and cabins were empty. The crew dispersed elsewhere. The skeleton crew were off doing something only grunts knew how to do. Branwen had flown off earlier that morning. Giving Ember a coy look as she perched on the railing of the upper deck of the ship. Before giving the first mate a playful wave and then taking off. Muttering something along the lines of "lucky." and "I'll find someone to play with, don't worry about me". Leaving the door to the cabin behind her noticeably open. Creaking faintly in the wind. Opening, closing. Opening slightly more. Enticing the apparently sole remaining demoness to investigate.

If she did so, she'd find, once her eyes adjusted to the different light level of the cabin, a letter on the table. Along with a few other items. A box of chocolates, the faint trace of corruption present on them. An aphrodisiac perhaps? A maid dress was draped neatly over the back of a chair. With a body con, latex one over the chair opposite. If her curiosity was peaked, Ember might move to take the letter. It was addressed to her...

"Dearest Ember,

I do hope you've been doing your best to please me. For the moment, it would seem the crew is enjoying shore leave right now. Just me and you on the ship right now. If you want to join our underlings in plundering the treasure ashore, I'm more then happy to see what results you'll turn up. Although. If you'd prefer to plunder a different treasure. One still located on the ship? We really do have it all to ourselves for the rest of the day. And whilst I'm all for giving orders, hence the obvious. I would so hate to stifle that creativity of yours."

Her captain's writing was as neat as ever. And reaching out to trace the letters on the page, Ember would almost be able to hear the faint scratching of the pen creating them in her mind.

"So what takes your fancy. From the galley to the crow's nest. We have the run of it. And I do hope you enjoy our girls nights in as much as I do. As a stress reliever..."

The letter trailed off. Save for the faint, purple lipstick kiss ending it. Therla's desires were obvious. Even more so as the door to her cabin creaked open in the background. But she wasn't going to force anything from her subordinate. It would be up to Ember, what she wanted to do next...

Irene kept most of her computers offline and used secure encryption and vigorous checks for viruses and other unwanted foreign data on her laptop.  Her home had security protocols to keep out intruders.  She meditated at night and had systems to check for mental for tampering.  No one was going to get in unless she wanted them in.  Not her computer, her home, or her mind.  She was a bastion.  But she was used to living alone.  So, if she thought it would be fun to write a little poetry during the season of love and put it away in a drawer before going to bed, she could be forgiven for not expecting it to be found by curious eyes while she slept.  It wasn't like she had invited three adorable characters to her home and let them stay the night whenever they wished.  And it's not like they could get bored while she slept....

If any of them found the sloppy note meant to perhaps be put into her computer later as a fun little personal record, they would be able to see these words written in blue ink:

This three-in-one beauty makes me weak.
I'm a seductress not someone meek,
But with her in the room,
My heart starts to go zoom,
And I feel like an innocent geek.

Thoughts in my mind are piously pure.
I don't sleep around.  My faith is sure.
But this isn't just lust.
It's beyond thighs and bust.
See, I really and truly want her.

I want to learn of Twice, Nice, and Vice
Sharing my love and doing it thrice.
May their wisdom here grow
There is much they don't know.
I hope that my help will be suffice.

Time will tell if they're truly for me.
They can tease, show they care, and be free.
It is hard to resist
When their lips can be kissed,
And they charm my heart so completely.

Could we play hypnotic games as friends,
Learning new ways to please on weekends?
Let me hear all their jokes
Or just make their sheets soaked.
Together on me they could depend.

The day after the Trials of the Beast Master, a man came up to Orobi Oku and handed her a simple white envelope from the young mistress, Hattori Chiyo.  Within was a short handwritten haiku on thick, quality writing paper.  It was small enough that the paper did not need to be folded within the envelope:

        What to do with you.
My mind is caught by your whims.
   Let's meet again, my boar.

A red stamp with the symbols
千服
代部
ended the message.

There was a faint clicking of heels, as the blonde entered the bar. There was no one present currently. Just as she'd planned. The main target was away, one of the rare instances of her being out of the bar. That photoshoot turning to be advantageous for her after all. The other support staff, well. When a high ranking Dominion operative wanted something. She got it.

The blonde reached out. Running a hand along the polished wood of the bar. Tapping at it with her knuckles a few times as she got to the bar tender's usual place. Reaching into the top of her dress. Plucking a letter out and sliding it onto the bar. Tucked out of sight, where no one, but the recipient would find it...

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When Lethe returned, she would find the envelope easily. As a consummate professional any changes to her bar would be obvious after all. The faint smell of expensive perfume would be present when she lifted it up. Nothing more than a trace. Enough to tickle the senses. Entice. But not over whelm. Flipping the envelope over, would reveal the red lipstick mark, over the tip of the envelope's seal. There was no overwhelming urge, or compulsion to open the envelope. The sender wasn't that crass. But, should curiosity overtake Lethe's fingers. She'd find a simple letter enclosed.

"Good afternoon Lethe,

I hope we've not been working you too hard. In fact, I believe you don't have anything booked in on the 14th."

Lethe didn't. One way or the other, she'd find out that her services were not required on that particular day.

"So since you're free, I'm hoping I can steal away some of your time for a drink. I'd love to catch up, it's been far too long. Besides. It is my day after all. And I'd love to spend it with someone so unforgettable"

Despite being by herself. Lethe could practically hear the elegant giggle.

"If you're interested. Do let me know where you'd like to go. Whether you'd rather stay in your local. Or get out and try one of the other places in the city.

Yours.

V."