“Gorma, can you recommend an ointment that relieves soreness?”
Sienna was answered with a soft ding, and the panel that had opened to deliver her fresh uniform now produced a squatty container. Withdrawing it, she uncapped it and fingered the pinkish salve to smear over her womanly bits. The ointment worked immediately, soothing the redness and irritation that was becoming more pronounced. Letting out a slow breath of relief, she refastened her uniform, washed her hands, retied her hair away from her face, and hurried out of her cabin to join the others in the mess hall. After she’d awakened from her nap, she’d come here first to cleanse herself before joining them for a bite to eat.
Kars looked up as she entered. “Feeling better?”
“I have had more s*x in the past few days than I had in
