I had lovely sleeves of samite silk, little rings at my nipples, navel and clitoris. My hair was perfectly coiffured, I had my most expensive jewels, necklaces, rings, armlets and a delicate chain at my thigh.
#Age of rebellion art full
The Imperial dignitary came in his full regalia, but I used all the dirtiest tricks. “I remember a salon on Toydaria, an important trade bargain. These species were not distracted by human flesh, true (aside from Selonians, who were both attracted by and attractive to, humans of either gender) but for diplomatic missions involving the Empire, it was a potent weapon in her arsenal. Some species did not even bother with clothing, after all, even at the core there were important races like Selonians and Drall who largely eschewed it, not to mention fringer races like Hutts and Wookiees. But she saw nudity as just one outfit in her wardrobe.
She had always said that ‘clothes made the man’, or indeed, woman, as the correct dressage frequently made the difference between triumphant success and disastrous failure on the battlefields of diplomacy. Here was where she needed to be, fighting the Galactic Civil War on her own terms, using her preferred weapons.īut, yes nakedness. It was not as glorious a task as shooting stormtroopers, and she was aware her fellows considered her a callow, peace-loving naif… but she took it all in her stride. She understood the flow of galactic economics and how it all came together, of how cold, hard credits could support the Alliance and bring the Empire down. The heir to an important family of industrialists, Tallisibeth knew galactic trade – and money – like few others. Her tasks were those of diplomacy, analysis and - especially – economics, as every cell had to be self-sufficient. By various twists of fate, and sheer bloody-minded determination, this pleasant, peaceful young woman managed to find herself in a Special Forces cell, the Crimson Phoenix. It wasn’t difficult to use her connections to join the Systems Alliance, where she came to the attentions of Yos Kolina. Streaking and skinny-dipping, scandalising and pushing all the boundaries.Īlderaan’s fire burned in her, a deep desire for revenge for the most abhorrent act of wickedness ever perpetrated by sentient beings. Perhaps this was where she grew comfortable with nudity as any artist’s model, she mused idly. For her, the convent-like nature of the school was a paradise, where she could practise the art of seduction on frustrated straight girls, manipulating tutors and students alike to her will, and to her bed.
For most, it was a gilded cage, but Tallisibeth understood her desires early, and it wasn’t boys she lusted after. It was an exclusively female environment, where the wealthy placed their daughters to receive an education and to keep their hormonal instincts away from boys. But she was sent to a finishing school for her teenage years, an exclusive and private world that would come to define her. She grew up in the shadow of her homeworld’s destruction, and it affected her as it did all the Alderaani diaspora. She was born on Alderaan, a year before The Fall, but her parents had moved to Aurea just after she was born – a fortuitous choice that saved their lives. She chuckled at her own image slyly – it was not, perhaps, surprising that she had ended up making a spectacle of herself, revealing that meaty pussy, tight labia, neat little asshole, so shamelessly. Propoganda wasn’t quite her speciality – that was the task of her new aide and advocate, Katie – but it also pleased Tallisibeth that she could help the war by being subversive, by encouraging rebellious thoughts against the cold, controlling sterility of the ‘Imperium of Man’. Genuine Alliance personnel – well, some of them! - in erotic situations for your viewing pleasure. It was her job, after all, to open supply lines, run procurement chains and maximise revenue streams… and sometimes she got ‘creative’ doing it. ‘Alliance xXx’ – Your Own Private Rebellion!’ … It had been her idea, and she was proud of it. She hoped she would look that good at that age. Karae was in fantastic shape for a woman with a teenage daughter, she reflected. Her commander had only agreed to do it if their faces were blurred she’d attend to that later, she decided. Tallisibeth smiled wryly at the suggestive image on her screen. Love ain't a dying art, as far as I can see, yeah…
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