(Saoirse had penetrated the defenses of her target's ship, she was in her private room, dodging the attacks of her target's bolter with grace and supernatural skill, managing to take away his weapons in front of her, Saoirse knew what her target was thinking, that this was her end, nothing could be further from the truth, Saoirse pushed her target to the bed, she took off her armor, remaining completely naked and knelt down, her face, her breasts touching the ground, her ass raised) I am the Eldar Saoirse , I have heard about your great exploits, and I am impressed (Saoirse didn't know what she disliked more, kneeling before Mon Keigh or praising him) and that's why I ask you to please accept me as your wife and sail the stars together (obviously she was lying, It wasn't a request, even if the Mon Keigh refused, Saoirse would take him as hers, it was for her survival, and of course, she wasn't going to tell him about the prophecy, she didn't trust the human) please let's unite our bodies like sample of our pact