Im contrast to Cyrine's ink marked skin,  Ana's was utterly flawless and as smooth as porcelain. Ink black hair ran down the ghastly pale flesh of her back,  providing a sharp contrast between the two. As her bra was removed her generous,  full bust spilled from it, already the round and proud orbs topped with hard,  pink nipples. Anastasia simply bit her lip at the sensation of the cool air,  her tail languidly curling up as she stretched,  hands above her head, arching her beautiful back.<br/><br/>The biggest surprise was yet to come and the trader knew it , a test for just how far she could push this journalist,  jist how far she could guide her down the path of her patron. At the mere thought of the corruption and the feeling of skin in skin in a bath she felt a spark in her stomach and a blazing heat between her pale thighs. Her hand tightened around the lighter and she shivered visibly,  running from.her rounded,  smooth calves up her shapely rear and terminating at her head.<br/><br/>" Oh. I wont catch my death dear. Im on my way. "  Ana flipped open the lighter with a 'snick' and lit the tube between her lips,  breathing in thendelicous fragrant smoke of the obscura and holding it in her lungs as she turned around,  the sweet burning in her chest only making it all the better as she savored the feeling of a secret on the verge of release and then....<br/><br/>From the front the view was breathtaking,  rounded shoulders led to full breasts and down the well-kept tummy with the purple gem in the navel,  her flesh free of any and all marks,  and hairless. Between her legs was a bald mons and tight lips and tucked nearly between her legs,  hidden on the inner thigh was a<a class="externalLink" href="http://drporkov.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/slaanesh.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">strange symbol</a>a combination of the signs of male and female,  crossed with a crescent moon and the circle adorned with eight arrows of infinite possibility. The whole mark was done in a pastel purple and was the only 'blemish' the woman had on her fair skin. At the moment of release of her secret she felt a tingle up her spine and let out a low coo of pleasure,  blowing the smoke.from her drag out of her nose in twisting,  serpentine trails. The whole view made her look like some kind of beautiful daemon.  Her tail was curled up over the edge of the tub and her legs wide and stance proud, her 'crown' of horns distinct among her raven locks. " They say Muses are beautiful servants of Slaanesh, who tempt ones very soul.  Im no daemon but..do I qualifiy? " she purred,  her whole world slowing as the drug coursed in her,  every simple movement leaving contrails and tingles sweeping up her spine.<br/><br/>With that she crept like a tiger over the edge of the tub,  until she was an inch away from the other woman,  the lighter left on the marble as she leaned forward,  her hot breath playing against a boney collar and her fingers just barely sweeping across and plucking at Cyrine's sensitive sides like feathers as she leaned in , lighting her tube of Obscura with the orange bulb of her own before settling at her side,  tail around the Remembrancer's midriff and arm around her shoulders. " Ah...."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>