<span style="color: #6495ED">"Is it really teasing if the offer's genuine?"</span>Milenya asked playfully, a smile quirking the corners of her lips as she winked at Kala.<br/><br/>Once in the shower room, Milenya started to strip. She hadn't bothered with anything elaborate under her shipsuit, so she was already half-naked by the time Kala ducked out to fetch her bottles. Her cornflower blue skin was nearly flawless, her nipples and the raised ridges and tips of her scalp-fringe shading towards plum. And like all asari, her skin had a finely scaled appearance.<br/><br/>Not that she really needed a shower. The confrontation with Falkris had been tense but hadn't caused her to sweat much. Still, the water felt good cascading over her body. She murmured to Taseer, before Kala reappeared,<span style="color: #6495ED">"What do you think we should do to help Kala relax around us? Offer to help her wash up?"</span><br/><br/>Like the other two, Milenya's body showed the signs of muscle, though her body's curves were softer. Milenya's breasts were modestly sized, her body well proportioned. She wasn't covert about watching Kala disrobe, a faint smile on her lips.<br/><br/>But it was Kala's hair that caught her attention, when Kala let it free from the arrangement keeping it bound and out of the way for engineering work. It was fascinating, the way it swayed with Kala's motions and draped over the woman's back and over her butt.<br/><br/><span style="color: #6495ED">"Does it.. um. Do you, ah, want help with that? Your hair, I mean. It looks like you could use some, there's so much of it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>