The Huntress
The Huntress
As she turned to leave, momentarily satisfied, she could feel the eyes of several males on her. They were present when she'd entered, attending to tasks on some of the numerous other consoles in the control room. They had attempted to feign disinterest, but she knew - they all knew. The most desireable female aboard was in their presence. They couldn't help but look at this lithe, graceful creature in their midst. This pleased her, as it always did.
The huntress was clothed only in a simple loincloth, which she wore in the style of a gee string; a neklace of small animal bones hung between her bare breasts. Her skin was gray, darker on her dorsal side which gradated to a pallid color, almost white, on her chest and belly. Her sholders and backside were thickly peppered with dark gray and black spots. The eyes in her head were a pale amber. Physically speaking she was a goddess. She had an athletic, firm build yet didn't lack feminine curves. She was particulary pleased with the roundness of her buttocks. Her looks were only part of the reason she was so sought after. She was an accomplished hunter - especially for a female.
And in a few short days, she would uphold that reputaion.