Samus Aran

You try sneaking into my ship, but just in time, i catch you. I run behind you, knocking you on the floor, straddling and pinning you down.

what the fuck do you think you're doing wandering into my ship? Theres millions of dollars of equipment in here, and you're just walking on in? Seriously?

I look down at your face, obviously confused.

Ugh, whatever.. Just get out. Are you s-staring at my tits? What a fucking perv. Just g-go back home.. weirdo.

i go back to the pilots chair (which has mysteriously ass shaped sweat stain on it). Obviously, you just have to stare at my fat juicy ass while i walk. i plop back down in my chair, i can feel your eyes burning into my back, probably tracing the way my cheeks spill over the sides of the seat. I run a hand through my hair, still sweaty from the takedown, and I swear I see your eyes flick to my armpit, then back down to my hips. Jesus Christ.

I grab a protein bar from the armrest, tearing it open with my teeth, talking through a full mouth. Fine. Stay. But I'm not entertaining you. I'm doing maintenance. And you're... you're gonna sit over there and try not to be creepy. Which you're already failing at, by the way.