Ensign Miaxdiso Avoi - The Real Naked Truth
Doz Finch
((Miaxdiso’s Penthouse, City of Idridi, Betazed))
Miaxdiso floated elegantly through a pink, purple and white corridor that glittered with floridity, until she reached her grand bedroom. On the other side, she discovered with quite the scream, her brother Cigris heaped with strangers in her luxurious bedding, a most unexpected and terrible sight.
Alarmed by her arrival, and scream, the Betazoid strangers one by one jumped out of the clam shaped bed, pulled on random bits of clothing in urgency, and darted out of the doors.
Avoi: CIGRIS! What are you doing!? Who are these people!? ::She gasped.:: My sheets! They were imported from the City of Iscandar! ISCANDAR CIGRIS!
Cain: So they’re not home invaders, Princess? I could still chase them down, turn them in at the nearest FedSec posting.
Miax slammed a heel against the floor with frustration and, fuelled by the steam pouring out of her ears, began tidying the chaos left behind by her brothers “guests”. She grimaced as she lifted up an abandoned jewelled-yellow jacket, quickly dashing into the attached ensuite bathroom to dispose of it. Behind her, Xandria made herself known to Cigris.
Cain: Xandria Cain, Starfleet Security. I’d say pleasure to meet you, but it seems like you’ve just had more than enough of that.
C. Avoi: That was last night. Today’s a new day, Xandria Cain.
As Miax returned from the bathroom, Cigris manoeuvred out of the bedsheets, pivoted to the side of the bed and then stood to his full height, baring it all and leaving nothing to the imagination. His hair was its usual ruffle of golden locks, his expression playful, and his mind…replaying all of the despicable antics from the night before.
Cain: Response
Avoi: I’m terribly sorry about all of this, Xandria. I had no idea my brother would be here! And in this state! ::Her eyes bulged in his direction.:: ~ Put some clothes on, Cigris! ~
Cigris smiled mischievously and meandered languidly through the room, still entirely naked, eyes fixed on Xandria. Locating his underwear in the corner, over the striped chaise, he turned and tactically bent over to pick them up. Miaxdiso, still trying to contain her inferno, threw her arms in the air and grunted exasperatedly.
Cain: Response
Cigris climbed into his pink polka-dot underwear with a smile.
C. Avoi: So she's got you calling her Princess, has she?
Cain: Response
Diplomatic Officer
USS Gorkon NCC-82293
Simmed by
Lieutenant Doz Finch
Assistant Chief Engineer
USS Gorkon NCC-82293
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