A Room Fit For... A Queen

Posted on Fri Apr 22nd, 2022 @ 9:55pm by Captain Natalya Markova

Mission: Pirates! (Or Yo Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Yum)
Location: The Oracle

ON

Nat had watched Bex leave, and sighed. She was somewhat grateful for the privacy. It gave her chance to think. She did miss Bex, though. Sliding off the bed, Nat paced the room, unsure if she should leave. Poking her head out the bedroom door, she noted two things. The door wasn't locked, and the guards had left. So, she was free to expore the woman's quarters at least.

Stepping fully into the main room, Nat eyed the doors that led out into the corridor. A test. The curiosity was gnawing at her. Approaching, Nat heard a soft, low noise of denial from the door control. So, she was allowed to have full use of the quarters, just not leave them. Nat stared at the doors with a slight frown. She needed intel. She needed to start making a plan.

Turning, the former Marine surveyed the room. They were lavishly furnished. Something she hadn't fully appreciated when she first got here, having been anxiously awaiting Bex's arrival. Now she knew what sort of response the woman had given her, Nat's mind could focus on other things. The windows that looked out into the stars were framed in deep velvet drapes. A large black, fur rug covered the floor. A door next to the bedroom caught her interest. Opening it, Nat found a giant walk-in closet.

These quarters could rival any Captain's. And Bex was most definitely not the Master of this vessel. She idly wondered what Penweather had as far as accommodations went.

Exploring further, Nat almost gasped out loud when she found the bathroom. Sauna, was more like it. A giant tub in the middle of the room. Easily able to fit two. Three at a push. Nat stepped into the room, and the lights came on automatically. Soft, dispersed lighting. Designed to illuminate, without glare. The tub even had ancient, manual taps. Turning one, Nat watched as water began to pool. It was warm to the touch already.

The lure of a bath. The lure of soaking in warm water was too much. Nat opened the taps fully, the tub taking time to fill, due to its size. She slid her black pants down, pulled the top off, and shed her underwear. Raising one foot, Nat shifted her weight, letting the toes dip into the water. It was heaven. With ease, and a groan that was almost obscene, Natalya Markova slid into the water, feeling the gush from the taps on her foot. It was absolute heaven.

The stress of the situation, the anxiety within her was like a knot in her every muscle. The heat from the water was lossening that knot. Nat leaned back, feeling the water rise up her body as she closed her eyes. When the water had reached to her neck, she lifted a foot, and turned the taps off. It was perfect. She allowed herself to drift. Float in the water, and let her mind go.

Nat drifted through thought, and feeling. The minor aches and twinges in her body eased with the buoyant nature of the water. She needed a plan, though.

If this man was hellbent on revenge. Would he want to gloat? He certainly felt the theatrical type. Calling himself 'Commodore'. Nat snorted. Pretentious. Arrogant. Certainly he would want to goat over Cally. Let her know who it was that would beat her. She could use that. Use his distraction to pull something out of her ass. It wasn't a great plan, but it was something.

Nat just let herself enjoy the moment, and the time.