Hands moved down waist, over hips and abdomen. Fingers, thumbs and palms running flush against each familiar curve of body. A sequined thing of ruby and crimson, that dress was. A one-piece meant for cocktail parties and the like. Millions of years in evolution had created this figure, this form. Had given rise to skeletal frame, skin and underlying tissues. From fish had come amphibians, taking their first gulps of air into ancient lungs. A primordial soup from which humanity had eventually risen.
Persephone Solari expanded her own now. The air aboard her orbital residence had been endlessly recycled. Carbon dioxide had been scrubbed, used to replenish plants and turned back into a more oxygen-rich mixture again. An environmental cataclysm had caused this latest shift in nature, too, but this one because of machines. Conversely, were it not for machines, human life would have become extinct. Yet, the young brunette's thoughts were not rooted in the mechanical. Not the digital. Not the synthetic. They were of another female in purple lingerie, the softness of supple femininity and allure of psychotropic lotions. A third figure, too, soon entering that equation, not so very long ago.
And she smiled so very much, because of it.
Persephone's days of actual working in the sex industry were behind her. A business within it she owned now. The times she applied herself, were when she wanted to. A teenaged boy, barely even legal, had been caught sight of, recently. Kept looking at her, like some forlorn little puppy. Sephy, by and large, was not all that into guys, but for the sheer novelty of it, amused herself by considering the idea of letting him have a birthday present.
No, her preference was more for the female things in life. Two, in particular, still numbered amongst her favourites. Twins, in fact. Standing back from the mirror, head tilting onto one side, the youthful dominatrix smiled again in silent contemplation. Eyeing her bed for a moment, perhaps she should submerge herself in silken fantasy, wrapped in sheets and her own imaginative fantasies. Instead, she walked over to dresser, sitting down to finish penning a seductive invitation "to dinner and more", as addressed to those two special someones who preoccupied her thoughts so very often.
And after that? Well, it was time to glance over some prospective new employee applications.
Even on the run from extinction, there was always time for luxury.