Becca looked up when Fanya told her to come look at something and the thing that immediately caught her attention were Fanya's slightly shaking breasts. Was it possible to die of pent of sexual tension? If so, she might actually die tonight. Still, she did as asked and tugged nervously at the hem of her dress. Getting closer to Fanya seemed like a bad idea but for some reason she still did it. Her eyes darted to the perfect backside presented to her when Fanya turned to unlock the cabinet and were back looking at her face before she turned back around.<br/><br/>The device caught her attention. She had never seen anything like it. She took her time examining it and when the light was flicked on Becca arched an eyebrow quizzically. Still it was hard to focus on even this amazing gadget with Fanya standing so close. She had found a truly amazing puzzle though and she was intrigued. When Fanya posed the simple one word question, Becca's cheeks darkened until they almost matched the painted woman's skin. Oh, she had many, many thoughts right now but most did not pertain to the matter at hand so she kept those to herself.<span style="color: indigo">"I have no idea what this is, but if it would be alright to take it back to my room to study it I will do what I can to figure it out. I need a little more room to work."</span>She said hopefully. She was getting dangerously close to the breaking point and needed that shower soon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>