Abida blinked, for a brief second she missed the meaning. Then it clicked, she got the implications and she nodded with a bit of a smile. She looked Lilla over, strong, very white, and different, her skin was so pale and contrasting to Abidas own. Abidas emerald eyes met Lillas blues and she nodded "You, " she paused obviously thinking of a colorful way to phrase this "So an Akkadi flower it is." Abida smiled a with a hint of slyness to her expression. Abida took Lilla by the hand and walked over to her side bag and music box, she bent down and packed it all up and put on her side bag. With a gentle bow she gave a goodbye to the crew still at the officers gathering area.<br/><br/>Abida once again took Lilla by the hand, leading her out and through the many corridors towards Abidas stateroom. Along the way she would glance back to Lilla with a smile and lead her further, her hips and backside on display in a teasing fashion beneath the skirt. "I'm sure you'll have a ball in my room, many Akkadi things there." She said making conversation, especially as people passed by. Her skirt seemed to have a life of its own, revealing just enough leg, enough inner thigh, teasing, beckoning, a thin black veil between the world and Abidas body. Occasionally Abida would seem to stagger, possibly the Blush was stronger on her then she thought. Her heart shaped ass, tantalizing beneath the black cloth of her dress.<br/><br/>After what seemed to be a good fifteen minutes of walking and trolley rides, Abida had led Lilla to her room. When the doors slid open a large and somewhat cluttered stateroom sat within. A large plush and somewhat messy bed with a few pillows strewn about. Some clothing lay on the floor, on the shelves were books and some books lay open on the ground. The table had charts and pill bottles and the wall had posters and charts and a bulletin board with notes. On one shelf above the bed were many potted plants with flowers of Akkadi origin. Many were direct descendants of some very old Earth life, not that that fact would be known immediately by Sister Naser. A Thistle with crimson red pedals, wild flowers, and a large purple colored sunflower. They filled the room with an intoxicating aroma, as if one were closer to the surface of a verdant world. The clutter of things, the bra dangling from a bed post, the clutter seemed to be a cozy element to Abidas life.<br/><br/>Abida brought Sister Naser into the room and without a moments thought her bag was placed in a corner and her dance shoes flung off and cast by her dresser and desk. Abida then sat on her bed, relaxed and leaning back with her arms for support. Her legs were crossed and her feat pointed out on the floor. A bit of cleavage busting a bit out, as she had her body thrusting her chest up due to her position. "So... what do you think?" She asked for lack of any other words.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>