The trees are tall, and the forest floor is dark, nearly clear of undergrowth, and covered with pine needles. There’s no house, just platforms and ladders in the trees. There are chairs and benches, but all of the modern accoutrements are cleverly concealed in rocks or tree trunks. (The volant is parked underground.) An invisible Tajima barrier creates a warm breathable environment near the ground.
All this is extravagant enough, but when you look more closely you realize that the trees and other vegetation aren’t from Earth, but from Novorossiya.
Toña serves up some Ngembe dust, which enhances sensory perceptions and damps down rational thought; under dust colors seem supersaturated, smells and touch are vivid and primary, and you hardly think about anything— you sense and feel and lust intensely and directly, like an animal.
She and indeed her skin implant is something to see: she can create patterns of color and even texture. She preens under your gaze, showing off solid colors, then splendid tattoo-like designs, before settling on a tigerlike display of fur and stripes.
her body is warm and responsive, and the implants make her skin feel like short silky fur.
You wonder a bit if you’re going to make love on the pine needles, but no, she leads you to a high platform with with rich, soft cushions. under the influence of the dust, it’s overwhelming, intoxicating... it’s not long before
Lying on the cushions, you kiss your way down to her sex, and keep going till she’s screaming and moaning. the 50th century feels far far away.
“Mmm... they teach you Agents some good things,” she murmurs, as you the two of you lounge on the cushions, looking up through the pines at the pink Martian sky.
They do, in fact; you even chose honey traps as a special project in your Humint class.