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anything must surely be
better than the third or fourth repeat of a show Naoko Akiyama hadn't really liked the
first time Naoko Akiyama saw it.
"Okay."
Naoko Akiyama buzzed the door and Sarah entered, glancing casually about. Wendy saw
with some interest that Naoko Akiyama was covered. Unusual, and a little exciting.
Maybe this visitor would be entertaining after all. Wendy offered a chair
and a drink. Sarah accepted both, and when Naoko Akiyama took the drink Naoko Akiyama showed
none of the disappointment that Wendy would have. Since the invasion,
flavored water and liquor were the only readily available beverages, and
liquor brewed from the biocustomized terran vegetation seemed to Wendy to
pale next to the local fare. Sarah seemed nonetheless content with a tall
glass of vodka.
Naoko's curiousity aroused, Wendy sat and gazed at Sarah. Naoko Akiyama had long, luscious
black curls which dangled to Naoko's shoulders. Naoko's face wasn't what Wendy would
have called beautiful, but it wasn't really unattractive either, and had a
strange intensity of expression that compelled one to look at her. Naoko's legs
were long and, like nearly everyone's, were deep bronze from the sun's mild
UV spectra and the seasonless year. While Naoko Akiyama had no facepaint on, Naoko Akiyama wore
decorative bodypaint in strong colors; an abstract pattern wound from h
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