Maethia was the first to enter the lounge after Ashana and thus the first to seat herself on the cushy couch as the woman began to prepare. It was a nice room, she noted – far nicer than she had honestly expected and honestly she thought it was rather fitting for the beautiful and graceful thing that currently had their undivided attention.<i><span style="color: purple"> " Pretty nice place."</span></i>Maethia all but whispers, sinking back into the half-circle couch and  letting her one able arm rest on the edge as Darion sat down next to her.<br/><br/>She smiles at him, lips curling upward ever so slightly as was her habit before she bit her lip and simply looked back towards what Ashana was doing. Her blue eyes followed every dip, every bend and of course traced every curve of the beautiful Asari as she set about her work. It was a ritual that Maethia was honestly quite unused to. Her drinking of Absinthe had admittedly only ever been out of a bottle and she had never had the… ‘class’ to enter a place that served it like this. If what she had heard was true however well… this was going to be a good night. A good night with three survivors like herself and hopefully one that would create a bond of lasting friendship.<br/><br/>When the intriguing serving ritual was finished and MAethia was handed a glass the commando seemed to be taken aback for a moment. Her eyelids flutter for a moment and the purple skinned woman looks down into the alcohol for a long moment, staring at the sugar cube and contemplating the signifigance of a single glass between Darion and herself. Of course her brain was running on limited power already and when you combine powerful alcohol with a beautiful Asari apparently getting ready to lavish a dance on them well… deep thoughts be damned.<br/><br/>She raises her head and takes in the sight of the other woman dancing like an artist appreciating a fine piece of art like a painting or sculture and art could not have been a more fitting word in MAethia’s mind. With each breath more of the drugged incense fills her lungs and the more she seems to relax as it does. Before long her breaths are slow and shallow and she was steadily taking small nips from the blue liquor in her glass.<br/><br/>By the time Darion asked for his own the dancing and drug were already having their effect on Maethia.Blue eyes looked glassy and her jaw was slightly slack as she watched Ashana move with all the grace of air as the incense and smoke drifted over her divinely feminine form. Tingles ran up and down her back and there was an intense burning in her stomach, one that was mostly overlooked until her head turned towards Darion. She looks at him for a long moment and ever so slightly bites her lip before holding out the glass for him to take.<span style="color: purple"> “ There’s more to share…you know.”</span>It was a whispered promise, a drug and lust fueled one as she looked at the soldier and smiled. If the man were perceptive he may have even noticed that her eyes were black for a moment, like an Asari getting ready to bond. Of course as soon as she blinked the pristine pools were once more crystal clear blue.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>