"I resent that." Neil said, facetiously offended. He placed down a card as they played to pass the time. "I am exactly as dumb as I look." 

"I'm not even going to touch that one." Taya said. 

Hours later, as the servants ushered Sayeeda and Taya to their chambers, Neil was suddenly grabbed and escorted into his room, more out of excitement by the seamstresses and court ladies than any sort of demand. But yanked in he was, and the next hour was a blur of clothes swapping, giggles, arguments, and Neil felt himself poked more than once by needles [i]and[/i] fingers. If one were to place their ears at the door, they would hear Neil's protests. 

"Ladies, please. Ladi- HEY! Don't touch that!" 

In a lot of ways he felt more violated at that moment than ever in his life. Usually he enjoyed women fretting over him, but this was exhausting. Luckily, their efforts bore fruit. It was just as Sayeeda left her room and called for him when the ladies shoved Neil out of his quarters to stumble in front of his date. Neil turned back at the door and slammed it, running a hand through his washed, wavy hair. "Goddamn," he gripped. 

The pilot wore a practical, albeit handsome garb. A sleeveless, royal purple vest cut in a "Y" shape with gold trim that accentuated his shoulders, closed nearly at the center of the long garment by a maroon sash belt enwrapped snugly at Neil's slim waist. Beneath the vest was a deep colored beige shirt with sleeves that covered the arms. His trousers were loose fitting and dark, with simple, comfortable black shoes. He'd chosen a dashing, exotic look to differentiate himself from the other nobility. On his wrists were golden bands, with bronze inscriptions of a the intellectual language long dead on Dar'Mond. 

The pilot sighed, and turned to the Captain, only to blink. "You know, normally I wouldn't say this because of rank and all, but God[i]damn[/i]." The word now far more flattering from emphasis in contrast to his previous usage of the word toward the seamstresses. "What I mean is, if I get lucky tonight I won't complain." He declared, quite obviously appreciating Sayeeda's look for a long moment, before looked at himself and running a hand over his smoothly woven garb. "Speaking of good looking, sexy right?"
[@Penny]