Cyrines eyes go a bit wide as she takes in the tail, "Well.." she thinks aloud, tapping the stick of Obscura against her lips, "Not one to say  'No' to nude women askin' me to do well..anything."She smiles wide as she clacks the gladstone around in her mouth. "And I've never had the chance to fondle a tail so...what sort of investigative journalist-type would I be if I turned down such an opportunity?" She starts to unfasten the leather tunic strapped to her chest, as she answers her self, "A bad one to be sure."  Her long arms and nimble fingers making quick work of the clasps as she pries the garment off , and tosses it aside carelessly.  Her lithe body with her fair olive skin is assaulted by goosebumps- the room suddenly turning vastly cold where as the space between her thighs has become considerably hot.<br/><br/>Under the tunic is only a thin black cloth tank-top, which is promptly removed and thrown about in a different direction. Cyrine pops the gladstone out from under her tongue, and places it in her pocket - she takes step towards the elaborate tub, eyeing the captain again as she makes her way closer, being sure to snap a picto of the woman's tail ...and of course her backside as well.(For arts' sake of course). Within seconds she is free of her belt, and the tight brown leather pants follow. She kicks them aside and makes short work of her boots- she is now completely nude.<br/><br/>Her skin is flawless: her neck , shoulders , back and arms are covered with tattoos.  Some easily recognizable. Others - not so much. A hand runs through her chin length crimson locks, mussing up the curly mess even more as she takes another step towards Anastasia.  She reaches her thin fingers out to remove the captains from the back of her bra. "I'll get that.." she coos, unfastening the garment and setting it sailing behind her. She grins widely as she looks down to the tail. Her fingers reach out to touch, but she recoils slightly- apprehensive of causing another 'episode'.<br/><br/>She walks past Anastasia , and lowers her self in to the large tub, she stretches out, and places the tube of Obscura between her lips. She smiles from ear to ear as the suds start to bubble up over her modest chest. "Seriously...not how I thought I'd be spending the first few hours of this whole ordeal.. but I can't complain. "  She eyes the captains nude form, as her hands toy suggestively with the rim of the tub. "You'll catch your death standing out there...."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>