The British Empire never fell. Steam powered technology continued to advance. Zeppelins won out over airplanes. Mutants are considered second-class citizens by the empire and many resort to piracy to survive. These mutant pirates are hunted not only by the military, but also by a zealous religious order known as The Purifiers.
"Speaking of interesting. Do you always drape yourself on the bed like this or only if you're expecting company?" she smirks, graciously slipping inside.
By the looks of things, the Emerald Crow had been rather successful. Though this was far from its treasure hold, it certainly had a few things which had caught Morrigan's eye.
"Thinking of further... business ventures? Should I be offended your eyes are off me now?" She laughed.
"Jealous of your own decorations? I'm sure Brigadier Damerell would love to have these paintings back?" she smirks, looking at Morrigan over her shoulder.
"Hmm? Oh yes, right!" she goes, sitting up slightly. "I couldn't tell for sure, but it's dangerous. Something they've been working on for a long time. Blueprints, maybe even a prototype."
"Though I think they'll be more concerned about my broadsides than who I share my bed with," she said with a smirk, an idle finger tracing lazy designs in Nailah's fur.