...he was bored, but overall
she found them exceedingly dull; all of them bending to her will
instantly.Aeon decided that
tonight, after endlessly scheming ways to get into that damn
corridor, she would refresh her climbing skills. The other girls
were tucked fast asleep in their beds when she pulled out her bag.
In it she had stashed her most comfortable of espionage clothing,
suitable for climbing, acrobatics, and otherwise sneaking around. It
was one-piece leather, the top consisting of a leather bra, the
bottom a leather thong. It was chilly tonight, so she would throw on
her short leather jacket. Her thigh-high boots protected her long,
muscular legs. Her hair, however, was going to be a problem; she
needed to keep it completely out of the way. She thought for a
moment, smiled and then was off toward the Breen dorms. Those stupid
female Breens with their slick hair, of course they wouldnt mind
if some of that slick hair product wentmissing. Aeon had deftly
slipped into an unoccupied room, and quickly swiped the hair slick.
She glanced around the dorm, disgusted by the largeness and
extravagance of the Breen rooms in comparison to the Monican rooms.
She returned to her hair. Aeon accurately parted her hair down the
center and dipped her hands into the strange hair goop. She pulled
the two parted sections forward towards her eyes and found that...