You don't want to fight if you can avoid it so you decide to try and talk your way out. Preparing for the worst you stand out in the open to face whoever is coming, but you're speechless when you see a beautiful young woman walk through the door. She is wearing a light blue zero-suit, the type usually worn by ship pilots. You take notice of her long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, you also take notice of how much bigger she is then you. You're a smuggler, not a fighter, you can only hope this doesn't end in violence.
"So, are you going to tell me why you are on my ship, or am I going to have force the it out of you." Samus's voice echoes through the cargo hold and the pistol she has leveled at you isn't helping you think of a good excuse.
"Look, I just wanted to escape the lockdown." You try to keep your tone as calm and unthreatening as you can. "I don't want any trouble, so lets just be calm here." Somehow you think that you aren't going to be let off the hook so easily.
"Why don't you prove your words with actions." Samus seems a little calmer now, although it's hard to tell. "If you have a weapon on you put it on the floor, then you can get to explaining yourself."
You slowly reach behind your back and carefully place your gun on the floor, but when you rise back up to look at her you see that she is approaching you quickly. Before you can react she deliver a quick blow to your head knocking you unconscious. When you awake you find that your hands are restrained behind your back and you are laying on the cold floor. As you look up you see Samus sitting in the pilots chair except it spun around to face you. She busies herself with searching through your pack that you though you hid. Your eyes widen as she pulls out your credit chip.
"Well this should about cover your fare on my ship." Samus playfully pokes you with one foot knowing there is nothing you can do to stop her. "You should feel lucky that you get to ride up in the cockpit," She teases you as she gets comfortable in her chair.
"You can't just keep me restrained like this," you try to argue but you only receive her laughter as a response. "Please, I'll do anything, I hate being cuffed!"
When she finally stops laughing she moves a foot so that it is hovering over you and begin undoing the straps to her boot. "If you want to be free then earn it," she says as her bare foot comes into view. She inches her foot closer to your face and begins wiggling her toes, she's really serious about this.
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