" Come in, please. "<br/><br/>The room was lavish,  which was truly an understatement. Rich carpeting served as flooring ans everything was -real- wood and handmade for the most part. Busts of various peoples lined shelves and gilded chromosome kept time. At the center of the room was a large,  circular bed with a fur blanket of some sorts,  the pattern not unlike the timber wolves of Terra. The sheets beneath were a beautiful pastel purple and of the highest quality silk and construction. And atop them all was a captain who had since changed. Replacing her dress and corset was a white,  loose chemise which was collared and long sleeved,  a pair of leather breeches covering her legs which only went to about mid knee,  a pair of white stockings on beneath that,  the sensual tone of her legs revealed and suggested by them,  her dainty feet outlined in the tight cloth.<br/><br/>She was holding an old viola in her hands,  made of real cherrywood. The sound of the strings being played resonated in the cavernously large room and her left hand holding the bow moving slowly.  She was playing a tune nothing native to the Imperium, an adaption of some xeno piece. It was slow and haunting and almost made the very soul ache and yearn. Her head moved slowly with the rhythm,  her black hair pulled back into a neat waist length pony tail , her two little impish horns visible. The white crests of bone however drew not as much attention as the tail hanging off the side of the bed,  the appendage flesh toned with a spade at the end,  slowly swaying.<br/><br/>Anastasia's eyes,  the purple orbs fixed on the Tau as she kept playing,  her whole body moved to the song almost as she got into her solo,  carefully studying the Xeno for a reaction as she motioned with her head for Mockii to come closer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>