Titus Pants, space pirate and captain of "the Bloated Queen" star cruiser, an old fashioned gentlemen pirate from some no-name backwater approaches the PC in space while traveling between planets. He suggests a parley. Boarding with a Gabilani, his second in command, he greets any former pirates aboard friendly and flirts with any of the women. He smiles a flawless smile and gives off an aura of pure charisma.
Under his red captain's hat flow flaxen locks framing his roguishly handsome face and down his back nearly to his ankles which are held together with a simple red ribbon.
He wears a red captain's jacket and gloves to match his hat, but it is open far too wide to not have been tailored that way. His toned chest is thatched with a thin covering of blonde hair, accentuating his physique with a 'happy trail' leading down to his nether region. His pants are, in fact, very tight. They allow you to see the outline of his package and every ripple of his well-toned ass. His shaft is large and appears to be that of a regular human from this vantage point but, frankly, you thought it would be bigger given his name. His balls, however, seem to swell even as you look at them. The pants are tucked into a pair of well shined black boots.
He also wears a pair of holsters low on his hips, almost riding on his manhood, which are empty as a sign of respect to you, though he still wears an ornate sheathed sword on his right hip.
He introduces his Gabilani companion, whom was dressed much like his captain, "This is my second-in-command, the dread pirate 'Goldylocks'."
The little well-dressed Gabilani threw his golden curls over a shoulder chittering with pride.
"Excuse me?" You ask in surprise.
"He tells me that it is quite a fearsome title on his home world, and I just let it go." Titus says with a shrug before continuing in more hushed tones, " Is there somewhere more private in your ship than your airlock where we may speak?"
Your quarters are comfortable and private; if cozy. Titus reclines lazily on your bed seeming as natural on it as if it were his own, and his second-in-command actually lays down. At least the Gabilani had the manners to take off his boots.
Under his red captain's hat flow flaxen locks framing his roguishly handsome face and down his back nearly to his ankles which are held together with a simple red ribbon.
He wears a red captain's jacket and gloves to match his hat, but it is open far too wide to not have been tailored that way. His toned chest is thatched with a thin covering of blonde hair, accentuating his physique with a 'happy trail' leading down to his nether region. His pants are, in fact, very tight. They allow you to see the outline of his package and every ripple of his well-toned ass. His shaft is large and appears to be that of a regular human from this vantage point but, frankly, you thought it would be bigger given his name. His balls, however, seem to swell even as you look at them. The pants are tucked into a pair of well shined black boots.
He also wears a pair of holsters low on his hips, almost riding on his manhood, which are empty as a sign of respect to you, though he still wears an ornate sheathed sword on his right hip.
He introduces his Gabilani companion, whom was dressed much like his captain, "This is my second-in-command, the dread pirate 'Goldylocks'."
The little well-dressed Gabilani threw his golden curls over a shoulder chittering with pride.
"Excuse me?" You ask in surprise.
"He tells me that it is quite a fearsome title on his home world, and I just let it go." Titus says with a shrug before continuing in more hushed tones, " Is there somewhere more private in your ship than your airlock where we may speak?"
Your quarters are comfortable and private; if cozy. Titus reclines lazily on your bed seeming as natural on it as if it were his own, and his second-in-command actually lays down. At least the Gabilani had the manners to take off his boots.