Cyrine misses the warm flesh of the other woman the second it is removed.  It was a good thing however that Ana took that very moment to break away.  The hair, the bite the tail..it was starting to become a bit too much. The game was starting to fade in her mind, and become replaced with unrelenting desire.<br/><br/>Her body almost aches the second Anas is moved , missing the contact as much as the warmth. Her mind starts to fizzle and burn as the drug takes full hold of her senses.  She shivers a bit, trying to chalk it up to change in temperature as the only reason she has such a reaction.  Leaning back in the tub her self, she mimics the captains behavior with a shit eating grin.  Her leg drapes over the side of the tub as she reclines back, feeling slightly exposed to be splayed out in such a manner.<br/><br/>She throws her head back in mock woe- clasping her hand to her heart as she melodramatically ,<br/>“You wound me ..with implications of  lacking commitment..” She raises her head and bites along her lower lip, trembling at bit at the reminder of the other womans teasing only moments before, “You’d be astounded with my level of loyalty when it comes to getting something I want…which..well..you’re well on the path to becoming.”<br/><br/><br/>She lifts her head and pulls the final drag of Obscura in to her lungs before tossing the discarded stick aside. She holds the smoke deep within her as she speaks, “I’ll feed you plenty sweetpea..” she chuckles as the smoke billows from her lips, “But, I love a good deal..so .Let’s  discuss the proper manner for insuring your needs are met in this whole…..muse situation.”<br/><br/>This woman was certainly something. Normally , Cyrine didn’t take a lone ‘muse’ let alone ever admit to it. However her slight ‘episode’ in which she declared such a thing was not with out merit, the thought was indeed swimming in the young womans head, she simply was loathe to admit it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>