Miya walks outside of the sliding glass doors, a whisk of cool fresh air hitting her front and pushing her brown locks back behind her ears.

The outside was brimmed in darkness, while the ground was coated in a shiny black metal that lit up a few paces in front of Miya with every step she took. It was a quaint yet sizeable area that was separated by a grassy terrain. Along the sides of the building were blue-leafed plants that seeped with a white residue that slowly lifted into the air, coating the area in a tranquil light.

Miya steps in front of a sign in the middle of the walkway with a dark-blue sphere that twirled on an axis in the air, that read 'Eidolon: We make planets inhabitable' in Ya'valtian symbols.

Curase looks over at Miya eying the sign and smiles, lifting her hand toward a gated-off ramp leading onto a circular platform with a blue panel.

"I've already authorized a rail to come and get us. This way please."

Miya takes another step forward but squints her eyes close and shakes her head as if irritated. She then falls to one knee and starts to respire with hurried breaths.

Loliel walks over to her and reaches her hand out, which Miya smacks away with a twitch of her eye.

"I don't... Gah... Need help..."

"Are you always going to be this stubborn?" Loliel sighs, taking Miya's arm and putting it around her neck as a brace to stand.

"I'm terribly sorry, the atmospheric pressure will take some getting used to. With an Equi-device like your friend has, you wouldn't be affected at all, but even us Ya'valtians needed some adjustments at first. You'll get used to it."

Loliel eyes widen. "I can... I can understand her!"

Curase softens her gaze. "Ah, well naturally. Ya'valtians are telepase and can transfer their interpretation through touch, such as different languages and feelings. But you can instantly sync with Ya'valtian tongue through lip contact. If you want we can try."

"Erm... That won't be necessary." Loliel responds.

Miya's eyes strain to grasp the area around her, with different colors and lines merging into each other.

That lady... What did she make me do...?

She slows her breath and starts inhaling and exhaling in a sequenced manner. In a few seconds, she opens her eyes and shakes her head once more, with her vision now unphased.

Miya's eyes glance into the sky, filled with a curved yet wavey blue atmosphere that had grids aligned through the grooves. She walks over to the holo-fence and looks down at a massive neon-lit metropolis below with towering buildings and hovering spacecraft.

The circular platform at the ramp starts to create an array of blue colors making Curase hurry over and beckon Miya and Loliel with her hand.

"The rail will be here in approximately ten seconds. Please stand by." The panel conveys with an Artificial female voice.

A distant bright fixture of blue and white lights whisked through the sky and became bigger in size as it closed into their location. Then, a large hovering mechanized train stopped at the platform and opened its doors, revealing a well-lit interior with several seats.

Curase steps out of the way and allows Miya and Loliel to walk in first. The inside was narrow yet broad, with four seats on both flanks of the craft all surrounded by translucent blue windows surrounding their sides. The train was almost empty except for a Ya'valtian man sitting at one of the pane glass windows looking to the outside. He wipes his hands through a set of holo-screen but stops and slides them out of the way as Curase takes a seat next to him.

His white hair was curled back but angling upward as if imitating an ocean wave. His apparel was that of a black strap-over bodysuit with the Eidolon logo on the left breast pocket. He bows his head over to Miya and Loliel as they take the two seats in front of him with a smile.

The craft then closes its doors and starts to move, plunging down through the air.

"Good evening Janiu, back from the extracting plant above?" Curase gives him a nod while scooting a bit closer to him.

He eyes her up and down with a smirk. "Yeah... They have us working overtime due to the amount of Syphuci crystals that popped up, but it's such a pain in my ass. I'm ready to get in my pod and rest."

He then grabs her by the waist and pulls Curase close enough so that their thighs met, with his other hand clenching her breast while moving his legs apart. Curase then leans onto him and rests her hand onto his chest while grabbing at his crotch, gripping it hard enough so that you could see the lining of his manhood through his suit.

Curase then hops onto his lap and their eyes widen with lust as they start to kiss with extreme passion, making erotic noises with drool escaping the sides of their face. Between her skirt grew a bulging imprint, noting the growing urge resting in the man's trousers.

Loliel cheeks become flushed as she looks to the side at Miya. "What are they... Why are they..." Loliel attempts to find the right words, but their unsuppressed intimacy kept any thoughts she had at bay.

Miya, uninterested in their lewd acts, faces the other way while looking outside the window while tapping her foot with an irritant glare.

She then lifts her hand up and extends it to Loliel. "Why don't you ask them yourself?"

"Uh, no, no... That's okay... I'll just act like they aren't making all that noise and-"

"Ah! Mmm!" Curase exclaims, interrupting Loliel's statement.

Loliel looks at the two now in missionary position, with the Ya'valtian man thrusting his hips back and forth into Curase, creating resonating slaps of their meeting thighs as they both give out subtle moans of pleasure.

Curase wraps her legs around his hips as he fastens his pace, lifting her by the stint of hair and leaning down so they could kiss once more.

"This is... How could they just... Are they lovers...? But even so, why in such a public place..."

Miya yawns and rests her chin in her palm while glancing at the two, now with Curase pinned onto the ship’s bay window with the man continuing to plow into her while pulling the back of her hair.

Her breasts smothered against the glass as the panes started to become wet and damp with vapor from her heavy breaths and moans.

Loliel crosses her legs and rests both her clenched palms in her lap, escaping glances at the sweat gland rolling down the man’s inner thigh past his swaying testes with a gulp.

“H-how long is this transit ship going to take-“

—Plink

Miya taps the glass pane in front of her, an array of blue and white lights reflecting off her face. Loliel looks at her finger, her eyes then trailing up to the amass of towering buildings and glimmering neon lights.

“We’re here.” Miya murmurs.