Milenya went with the flow. She didn't really have anything else she absolutely had to get to.. and it was a chance to spend time with Ashana, and Maethia, and Darion.<br/><br/>She didn't usually drink, but tonight would be an exception. Thessian Absinthe was rare. Few ever cared to stock it, and fewer still knew the other components to bring out the full qualities. She followed the other two, quietly, letting the tension drain away with every step in their company.<br/><br/>She smiled faintly at the other two, but most of her attention was on Ashana. The woman's grace and confidence were so remarkable, compelling, and so very, very attractive.<br/><br/>Milenya sat, and waited. Taking shallow, slow breaths, she let her posture change, relaxing into attentiveness. Instead of slumping, she straightened up, hands folded in her lap, knees together and legs angled just so, left foot tucked behind her right. It seemed a well-practiced pose.<br/><br/>She let the sensation from the incense touch her, accepting it without reservation, listening as Ashana's voice caressed her ears. It couldn't be missed; here, Ashana was the goddess of her own domain, and Milenya felt the three of them were her devotees.<br/><br/>How could it be otherwise? There was an intimacy here, a connection beyond the physical, not needing the touch of skin on skin or mind to mind, the delicate and profound connection between companions who'd shared the risk of death and come through it alive.<br/><br/>Milenya didn't miss the significance of the shared glass for Darion and Maethia. Her breath caught subtly when Ashana sipped from the other, and offered it to her. She opened her mouth to speak, gazing into Ashana's eyes, and was silenced with a soft touch upon her lips.<br/><br/>She kissed Ashana's fingertip, instead, her hands coming up to cradle the cup as it was handed to her with that soft, barely spoken thanks.<br/><br/>She was caught in the web of smoke and movement, enraptured by the dancing goddess. She sipped from the half-forgotten glass, letting the eezo and herb laced liquor rest in her mouth before absently swallowing it.<br/><br/>Milenya followed every movement, fascinated by the curl of smoke drifting over Ashana's sex, following the ephemeral trail up until their eyes met.<br/><br/>She was only dimly aware of the warmth in her belly, and the tingling between her legs. Even Darion's voice couldn't penetrate the trance she'd let herself slip into, with Ashana's teasing guidance.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>