"Come on, little brother, lie down on the bed."
Vanessa blinked her violet eyes, staring at Alka with a smile.
Standing beside them, Alka sighed helplessly at the nickname.
He turned his head to stare at the ship's physician.
They had first met when she was being pursued; Vanessa was veiled then, showing only her eyes.
Now, he observed her carefully.
A mature woman with a slightly seductive face and a pair of pale violet eyes, a tiny black mole accenting the fair skin below her lips, adding a hint of color to her alluring aura.
Her exquisite figure was now cloaked in a white coat, but even the loose garment couldn't hide the remarkable curve of her bust.
"I think you could use another name. How about Alka? I wouldn't mind Little Alka either."
From the moment they met, Alka felt this woman had something against him.
But thinking about his past actions, he had no choice but to endure it. How was I supposed to know she was one of us back then? he mused.
Women... alas.
