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After a rough breakthrough, Chefornak was resting in relative safety of Bering with it's engineers patching up what they could without the proper resources at hand; the tattered state of the vessel, however, did not affect it's sections located deeper into the hull, as such - captain's quarters was mostly left unaffected - except for a flower pot falling down the floor and eventually breaking.

This sole fact still allowed the vessel to accept guests aboard, even through it reminded more of an anthill with people constantly doing something, and from the inside it did not look too hospitable.
With this in mind - Cheryl guided Alise to her quarters through mostly unharmed sections of Chefornak, intentionally avoiding them, having no desire for Alise to see what they went through to get to the right side: such deals tend to take a great toll, and those who is not prepared to withness it - should not take such risks.

Cheryl would not want Alise to get unnecessarily risky.

Well, here we are. Captains' quarters, fitted according to my preferations. I hope you will find it comfortable.

The automated pressure door have now opened, revealing a relatively large apartment fitted with Kusarian interiors, recalling far to the humanity's past, back to the times before the Sleeper Ships and the Civil war in Sol, when the nation that is now named 'Kusari' had to learn how to live in tight spaces with maximum efficiency.

Please, come in, countess, take a place by that table in the middle, it fulfills the task of being an actual table and heating the surrounding area. I believe it was called 'kotatsu'. And Hansa did their part well, managing to urgently provide with a couple of high-quality Gallic wine bottles specially for that day. Welcome aboard the Chefornak, Alise.

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Pushing her hands into her back, she gently led Alise inside, the door have closed after them, then Cheryl let go of her and stepped towards a locker, opening it and pulling out one of a few Gallic Wine bottles along with a couple of glasses Hansa handed to her not so long ago; so no one would say she's inhostitable and she allowed her guest to be treated unproperly as the host completely messed everything up.

Here it goes. They said it's 75 years old Gallic Wine. I hope you are going to enjoy it. Oh, and feel free to speak your native language; i am not too advanced in anything but Bretonian, but i still do know the basics of other languages.

Cheryl spoke, opening the bottle and filling the glasses with that wine, leaving one for herself and passing the other to Alise as they sat down at kotatsu. Augustine took her word again.

Cheers! For our acquaintance!

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Cheryl raised her glass as well and took a sip after, following up Alise and her proposition. Putting her glass down to the table, she smiled, crawling by the side of it and sitting down closer to Ravensberg, Augustine eventually ended up with dragging her visitor into a hug, just as she promised.

Yes. Hansa, it seems, tend to stick to their word and to be unmatched when it comes to the most exotic entertainments. I have already expressed my sincere gratitude towards their corporation.

Afterwards, Augustine have attended the question directed to her.

Hai. Not only that. Remember how i said i know the basics of most languages? My parents were a trade representatives, and, since they've had no opportunity to get someone to watch after me while they were away - they tended to take me around the Sirius with them in their working trips. After getting to know to either Bretonia, Kusari and Rheinalnd - i considered them my favourite and implemented some of my dreams here...

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You know how it happens... you see something you certainly adore. You can't really say what do you like about in particularirty, but when you see it - it brings a feeling of childish hapiness for which you can't find any strong excuse. You're just into it, and that's literally everything you've got to tell to anyone. The same stands for my love to Kusari: i've had time to watch over it, to study it in many aspects - and now i am almost certain about that: i totally adore every single tiny bit around it. The interiors is my way of showing off the adoration. There's also a secret vault of 'everything i love about Kusari', but no one have seen it yet - except for me.

Cheryl took a sip of her glass of wine, swiftly putting it aside and returning to snuggling her dear guest; she felt calm and relieved of the stress of the past week - they tried to poison her, they turned Chefornak into a sieve, and even after they have tried to cause trouble and poked their noses into Bering, looking for Chefornak. Good thing that who entered the system on this purpose - never got too far. At least - not alive.
Cheryl was satisfied. She squeezed Alise tightly, and smiled.

I am glad you've came along. And i will certainly pay your ship a visit to see how it looks from the inside... as well as to see you.

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It's not necessary at all.

Cheryl giggled. While she kept this 'vault' a secret, and even developed a whole complicated mechanism of unlocking the said vault by performing certain complex activities within the room - mostly, altering some items' positions in the defined sequence she came up with herself. She squeezed the person sitting by her side again tightly, and smiled, while processing the possibility of showing Alise her very sacred vault of her preferations, since one barely knew about it's existance.

However, i don't usually do this, but if such a sweetheart - like you - happens to see it - i will see completely no issue here. So, if you would want to - just tell. At least - it doesn't include peoples' underwear or something similiar, that would compromise me as an accomplished pervert, even through it would contain those fancy stripped while-teal panties that a rumored to be especially good.

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