And there was the Loran she knew best, the Loran without all of the makeup, the outfits or the poise. This was Loran the woman, the animal, the bare-bones. Tits, ass, and cunt. It seemed like forever since the two of them had gotten a moment to themselves, and just to themselves. Dax watched her head into the bathroom, the way her ass swayed as she stepped, tits jiggling each time her body made even the slightest movement.<br/><br/>"Look, when I said shower, I meant shower." Dax said, as she followed the other woman in, giving her a firm slap on the ass as she passed and stepped up into the shower. She turned the nobs several times in several different directions, until a stream of comfortably hot water shot out of the spigot. It splashed against her body and hair, instantly cleaning away the grime, and sending several of her aching muscles out of mind. "When I said 'massage', though? That was a codeword for 'ravage my naked body until I lay quivering in a puddle of juices'. I know I was bein' subtle."<br/><br/>Dax leaned back against the rear wall, arms crossed beneath her breasts, the corners of her lips quirking up into a devious smirk.<br/><br/>"That still gonna be free, or is it gonna cost me?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>