[attr="class","samjermain"]As far as men went, Kelpie preferred dogs. The obedient, loyal sort willing to jump through hoops for a chance at a pat. While she enjoyed cats, their independence made them difficult to control. They were also such finicky eaters—a fact she did not appreciate. So, she initially found Tommy’s company quite enjoyable. All the little ma’ams were music to her ears. A welcome change from the profane, sloppy troglodytes she often found herself saddled with.

As the Gliscor beats at the stony wall, Calpurnia slides her feet away. Rock and pebbles bounced off where she stood, lending the area a dusty atmosphere. Must he take so long? It is ONE wall, Arceus. The tempo of the punches soon faded into the background. But this was due in part to the sudden change in her companion. She recognized that tone. It smelt like a homecoming.

It’d been the same tone she used on the unfortunate in high school. It was the same one that cut those around her to her level. What crawled up his ass and— Then, it hit her. The man’s name was not Tommy but Troy. He was named after an ancient romantic hero. A beautiful heart swoon who, for once, fit his famous predecessor. “Ah, I—” A nail lifted in preparation for course correction. An apology she felt was, perhaps, deserved.

But then, he called her Kaylee. A name that he could not know held more significance than many. It was the name of her first boss. A nasty, dough-faced witch of a woman who liked shouting at people. An uncultured whore with the taste of a circus clown. “I think that about covers it.” She smirks as the wall opens to a room behind the wall.

The woman gestures him forward with a facetious, soft smile. “Please do go ahead, Trevor.”

[attr="class","samjermain"]The destruction around them—including the melted rock left by stampeding Heatran—faded into the background. The sounds of hammering did not sound dissimilar to her own heart.

The woman’s violet eyes glow with a teasing, almost feline light. There is now no denying this dance is purposeful. Each step is another flourish in this pettiest bitch tango, That is why she tries to make him go first—to prove who was playing lead. Plump lips lift into a teasing smile. Her gaze shifts briefly to Drac as she approaches the doorway. “Do watch your step. Your friend did not make the door very tall.”

Calpurnia did not blink at his flirtations. “Oh dear.” The scientist purred, a finger shifting from her chest to her lips. “I am sure the fetal shark was quite appreciative.” A jest about bestiality came in the way of a venomously sweet bite. “But I think that sort of behavior is illegal here, Timothy.” Before she entered the room, she gestured to her feline in front of her.

As he passed Troy, dual-colored eyes narrowed suspiciously. A plump muzzle lifted to bare dazzling white, quite dangerous fangs. Finding the room beyond empty, Purrseus grumbled an invitation. With a saunter—a hand trailing across her toy’s shoulder—she pushed into the room ahead.

A hand lifted to unzip the top of her suit. It was so very, very hot in here. “I believe the rocks here may have something of interest.” And, well, she did not have the hands for that sort of work.

[attr="class","samjermain"]If it would not violate the rules of this game—this predatory tete-a-tete—Calpurnia might have reached out to ghost a hand down the man’s back. But she did not relish the idea of blinking first. Instead, she let her eyes flick down with a detached, almost scientific curiosity. “Hm.” The noise revealed nothing. “Well, we wouldn’t want you to put a dent in that pretty little head of yours.” She tittered. "You might need it one day."

The top of the suit now hangs down around her waist, the sleeves resembling unhooked garters. There’s a glare as he approaches—one starkly contrasted by the inviting, almost ravenous smirk. Though still confident she holds point, the scientist does not resist his hands. Her head tilts toward his without hesitation. “I think they are quite the discovery.” She stepped closer. “So, big and hard.”

As the claw descends in front of his face, the Purugly bats it away irritably. Some of him wanted to watch. See how far the poor spider would delve into the black widow’s web. He relished the idea of making this boy squirm. Just like a mouse. And, well, maybe some part of him wanted to make his trainer’s figurative balls a little bluer. To pull on that rubberband just a little bit more.

“Purrseus, be a dear and find out what they were hiding.” The altar in front of them is now faded, an homage to some forgotten, faceless god. "Tate and I need to get better acquainted.” A shapely leg slides to rest against his crotch.

[attr="class","samjer","samjertag"]Troy MacQueen

[attr="class","samjermain"]Calpurnia stares evenly into Troy’s eyes. At his words, full lips slide into a sultry smirk. “My oh my, someone’s confident.” It was attractive, really. The allure of a bumbling fool often ended the second they encountered a bra strap. “Let’s hope that’s not the only big head on you.” The woman responds with a surprising hunger. Though she would rather die than admit it, this is the first contact she has had since her husband vanished into Ultra Space.

Which is where she felt like she’d been when they finally pulled apart. A sense of warmness infuses her limbs. Months of a col mattress flowing out in one desperate farce. Much like Troy, there’s no real sense of intimacy. They used each other. That is all there is to it. Manicured nails ran through her hair, pulling out knots as they went. The suit slides silently over her hips. The zipper follows. “Thank you,Trey.” A smile is briefly thrown his way. This jab is more fond than violent—like a cat kneading with its claws.

At his question, she nods. “I would like to get a few pictures, if possible.” A lot of the tension is out of her back. Her movements are languid and loose as she approaches the wall at the back of the room. “I believe there may be something of interest in this mural.” But it’d been hard to read while upside down and on her belly. “Can you shine your phone on it for me?” The images seemed to show ancient people and Pokemon. But the former did not seem quite human. Their ears were pointed and the wings did not seem to come from the Pokemon. “I’ll need a few crystal samples as well.”

Around that time, Perseus returned from his siesta. Aside from a fine coating of dust, he had little to show for his foray. As he enters the cavern, his lips lift above needle-sharp teeth. His nose then wrinkles in disgust. "Ugly.” Humans were such nasty, filthy creatures. Dual-colored eyes slip judgmentally from his trainer to the useless boy against the wall. Certainly not the worst man Calpurnia had bedded, but he was nowhere near the best.