The young asari is far too  inebriated to notice the hurt in Serenas eyes , but she does sense the shift in the womans posture.  She judges by the following statement that the Matron is looking to forget someone. The younger woman leans on the bar, noticing the leer the other woman gives her, so she hams it up, rolling her head back and forth in a slow motion, just enough to subtly heave her breasts up a bit. “Whoever it was… she was a lucky woman.” She beams, straightening up to her full height. “That was quite the display, give a girl cravings with a show like that.”<br/><br/>The Hallex is in full effect as Serenas hand makes contact with Jindaris. Every crease, every slight rise of flesh feels like full on cobblestone.  The smooth flesh of the other woman’s hand feels even softer, yet immensely textured all at once.  The younger woman sinks her teeth into her lip, its all she can do to keep from letting a slight groan of ‘happy’ fumble over her lips. True if the older asari so much as asked, Jindari would be hers for the night, but that wasn’t the ‘dance’. The delicate push and pull, the ebb and the flow of teasing just enough to be wanted, and chased. It was about the pursuit; not knowing where one would wake the following morning, but hopefully knowing who with.<br/><br/>“I don’t –think- I’m bulletproof..I know. “ she jests, “Do you always go after women you could have sired? Because goddess knows I have some deeply embedded mommy issues I could stand to work out..”   She winks before she reaches over and grabs Serenas beer, pulling the other womans beer to her own lips, and takes a long swig before handing it back. The act would be seen as rude…if not for the playful smirk on her lips as she performed the act. She’s interested in this matron…Tonight she hadn’t planned to take anyone home, but it was hard for Jindari to say no to a beautiful older woman. She loved older asari as a general rule, Wise, learned, they knew what they wanted, they weren’t afraid to ask…they usually knew what to do when face deep in azure.   Jindari eyes the matron up and down, noting her slight frame, beautiful features, and flawless dark skin. Who –was- this woman anyhow?<br/><br/>She folds her arms and taps her chin, “Now that’s a fuckin’ loaded question if I ever heard one Serena…What have I done.” She straightens up and raises her finger to the bartender , signaling she’d like her tab. “With out cuasing a delectable older woman to pass out in shame for the younger generation, I’ll keep things vague.  “ she teases, her gravelly voice still low and just above the bass thumping.   She takes a step towards the older woman, reaching out to trace along her forearms with her fingertips, the feather light caresses likely antagonizing the hell out of her new friend. “I’ve done enough to know that Krogan’s while hung are not my thing, that Turian females have some amazing fingers, that Humans have shit in the ways of stamina, and that the riper and more forbidden the fruit..the sweeter. “ she beams while her fingers move up past the older womans elbow, and starts to blaze a trail upwards. It wasn’t that Jindari was easy , but she did like sex. Alot. She gives a soft laugh, and cracks her brow upwards, “Why you got somethin’ I’m missing out on?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>