Cyrine sniffs the air. A tuft of her red locks flailing about in the windless room. "I've no idea what you're talking about."  Swallowing hard as the other womans tail curls around her wrist.<br/>"Sex implies I did something more then sit there....serviced...is more like it.That Torin fellow...he's a strange one."<br/>Her lips turn into a wide grin once more, "Unless you're simply getting a wiff of you and the xeno...my ass you didn't fuck her."she laughs quietly, poking the captain in the ribs.<br/>"So what do we do during a night like this? Regrets running wild...and emotions are close behind." She pulls Anas ebony locks up, kissing along the back of her neck."The sister and her friend...they're rather sickening in their lovey dovey bullshit aren;t they?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>