“Lilly?” asked the small voice of the female tour guide.
Lilly Satou sat swinging her legs from upon a moving conveyor belt. She kicked her legs lazily through the air as the machine glided her along at a leisurely pace. She wore a pair of dark, ocean blue pants that came up to her waist, secured by a light blue belt just beneath her ribs. Above, the short shirt she wore was a blue of the morning sky, matching her belt and slip-on shoes far beneath. A small length of her skin was visible between the clothing, slender and soft, a pale white contrasting with the deep and brightened blues.
She was adjusting her wrist br