Free Deceit: BBW Alien Lottery Romance (Chosen by the Karal Book 1) by Harmony Raines

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Chapter Fifteen – Elissa
    Elissa ate the food he had brought her, but hated doing so alone. After they made love, she had expected him to stay, to hold her. But he didn’t understand how desperately lonely she now felt, trapped in a world full of alien men. His warning about not going outside, although veiled, worried her. If she was never allowed to leave the house, except if accompanied by Marin, it meant she might just as well be a prisoner, or a sex slave.
    Neither of which appealed to a woman from the modern world that Earth was. She was equal to any man, on Earth at least. They had become weaker, while women had remained strong. In many ways, they were the dominant sex. She knew it was different here; she also knew they might have to change their rules once more Earth females came to live here. No way were all the lottery winners going to be content to stay at home all day every day.
    She ate his food, taking note that the vegetables looked like carrots yet tasted like apples, and the meat tasted like nothing she had ever encountered. Maybe the animal it came from was similar to some species that had long died out on Earth; she had no idea. What passed for meat on Earth was usually textured vegetable protein. There was not enough land to farm animals. Except those bred for the tables of the pents.
    Once her hunger was satisfied, she got out of bed and found a shirt to pull on. She couldn’t face putting on her own clothes again, not until after she had a shower. (If such a thing existed.) She needed to wash; the decon' had left her feeling too clean, if that was possible, and she longed for some fragrance to scent her skin.
    Trying all the different doors coming off the bedroom, she found a walk-in wardrobe, although it contained few clothes, and a laundry room. At least that was what she thought it was. The machines looked different from those on Earth. But then there was no reason they would look the same. The planets were light years apart; only the wormhole allowed the Karalians to travel backwards and forwards between the two planets.
    Behind the third door, she found what must be the bathroom. First, she headed for the toilet, hoping it was obvious how you got rid of waste. Luckily there was a flush, but it didn’t use water, and she decided she would have to ask him to explain that to her when he returned. She figured it was some kind of compostable solution, so there was no need for sewers, but she wasn’t sure.
    The next stop was the shower. Here she found she was out of luck if she expected water. It must work similar to the decon' system, she thought. But she had been unconscious for that, so she wasn’t sure. A mixture of something resembling dry powder covered her skin and then blasts of dry air took it off, leaving her skin fresh, but she missed the feeling of wet hair piled on her head. Showering was one of the things she would miss about Earth. That and her friends.
    Trying not to feel too sad, she went back to the bedroom and tried to work out if she should take some of his wardrobe space. Eventually she decided there was enough room for her clothes next to his. She took her bags, lifted them onto the bed, and unpacked. Her clothes hung rather colourfully next to Marin’s. It seemed that because of the changing colours of their skin, they wore boring, often drab colours. Still, it wouldn’t be the only thing about her that stood out.
    Her toothbrush was the next problem. She went back into the bathroom and looked for some water; there must be some, surely. It took her a while, but she found a washbasin, you had to push down a switch for a panel to slide out. Opening her wash bag, she took out her toothbrush, wondering if it was possible to give herself a wash with her flannel. It might be the closest she got to a shower. Feeling tired, she decided to leave it for tonight. Only when she took out her toothpaste did she find a tube of lotion she had never seen before.
    Her heart rate