Cyrine sits back in the tub eyeing the delectable display Anastasia is offering up.  She tilts her head and bites her lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, staring at the womans hands as they knead the flesh of her own breasts.  She swallows hard, it takes every ounce of energy to keep herself from replacing the captains hands with her own.<br/><br/>She needs to find something to keep her hands busy. She looks around, and opts to her hands trail down her stomach , disappearing  in the murky water, finding ‘something’ to keep busy. Her breath grows shallow as the sensations wash over her, closing her eyes tightly , she tries to think.<br/>“Nature your …er.. Spirit. Seems easy enough.”  She gasps as her fingers continue to meddle about under the water. “Deal.”<br/><br/>The drug had full , and complete control of Cyrines mind. With the game long gone, her body still screamed for release. The warm water suddenly felt like a million hands on the girl, helping and urging her on in her endeavor for release. Her back arches as her eyes start to roll back. She casually lifts her free hand into the air. A finger reaches up to beg ‘just a moment, and I’ll get back to you’ - Much like one would do in public when they felt a sneeze coming on.<br/><br/>The room explodes into a million colors as Cyrine feels a combination of adrenaline, endorphins and Obscura course through her entire body. The waves come one after another assaulting her mind as her body starts to shake gently.  Within moments she  lowers her body back in to the water ,and she moves in slow motion, back to a normal sitting position. She starts to take pictos of Ana, the room, and the tub. Always the 'worker' - even in a haze.<br/><br/>She tilts her head, standing as her mind is still buzzing with static.   She sways her thin hips as she makes her way to Anastasia , cupping the womans chin gently as she reaches her. “We’ll see what a ‘giver’ Slaanesh is won’t we?”  She leans over and plants the softest kiss upon the captains forhead. “When we’ve achieved perfection. Perhaps we’ll discuss this further.”    She straightens up , and steps out of the tub, gathers her clothing and holds them to her soaked , throbbing flesh.  “Until then…wheres this guest room you’ve mentioned?” She raises a playful eyebrow.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>