I commissioned the awesome  CadmiumTea for this one. Thanks so much, Cadmium!
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It would appear that Winston is either still visiting the Forest or has just swung by again for another trip. After the unqualified success of her date with Ali, she cast about to see if she could find any other pretty ladies who might like to have a gander at her ship. Wouldn't you know it, she managed to come across a pretty tall drink of water in Ms. Afolabi, and that antelope gal looked awfully nice in those fancy business clothes. A straight-laced corpo lady probably stood a pretty good chance at being swayed by the rugged good looks of a dashing Space Ace Pilot, so it was time to turn on the charm!

Ms. Afolabi was quite pleased to welcome the obvious visitor to the Forest, and borderline thrilled to discuss her employer's various product lines and benefit work for local residents, and the more she spun out the verbal brochure in that intriguing accent and straight-backed corpo posture, the more interested Winston became. Of course, between Winston's general disaster lesbianism and Ms. Afolabi's endearing cluelessness about this sort of thing, Afolabi completely failed to notice that Winston was flirting pretty heavily. Later, it would seem a little odd that her offer of a tour of her ship included so much information on the comfort and size of the bed in the captain's quarters, but these things are always so much more clear in retrospect! A few comedic miscommunications later, Ms. Afolabi unwittingly accepted a date!

With a hot date secured with a tall, slick, corporate antelope gal fully locked into the aloof and hard-to-get act, Winston knew that she had to pull out all the stops to impress her. It was time for Space Ace High Adventure! A quick zip through the cosmos to set things up and show off her Star Piloting skills, a few of her patented can't-miss comic vista sightseeing spots, and then her trademark deal closing Thrilling Encounter. A dip outside the bounds of a trade lane where the local space was populated by a colony of matter-phasing "shadow monsters" who liked to board wandering ships. They looked pretty scary, especially to anybody who had never encountered them before, but they were really a pretty friendly folk who usually just wanted some of the crackers from the galley. A dramatic standoff with her best fencing pose and a welding wand to "fend off" the invaders, and her pretty corpo date was sure to be won over. Nobody can resist a Dashing Ace Pilot fending off Cosmic Horrors! Ah, and look, it's totally working! She's even doing the heroic pose leg hug thing! The "oh Winston, my dashing hero!" stuff was sure to start up any moment. She just hoped the automatic mood lighting program she'd set up in her quarters wasn't on the fritz again, since she was surely going to need it to be in love nest mode real soon!

I'm afraid that Ms. Afolabi's experience didn't quite align, though! All of those bodice-ripping romance novels of hers were in fantasy settings, and she wasn't terribly familiar with the genre conventions of the space opera. I don't think she was having the intended "space swashbuckling adventure date" experience that Winston was putting on for her. She'd never been more glad to feel grass under her hooves than when she returned home!

But don't worry, Winston, corporate killer suit women are always a little tricky for the hero to win over. Next time, it'll just have to be an even grander adventure!

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Winston belongs to  CadmiumTea. Ms. Afolabi is, of course, mine.