Ashana pulled herself up the pole, slowly, then glided down slowly with practiced grip, one leg extended just enough for her toe to cut the smoke lines as she twisted around on her way down. Her eyes were only half open, half lost in the sensations the Absinthe brought out, how it changed everything just so. The fluttering shadow of the trails of smoke, the delicate, sensual changes in even a touch.<br/><br/>She felt a fluttering in her skin when she was watched, a tingling that crossed across her like a delicate caress. Even as she moved, though, she watched Darion and Maethia. A slightly satisfaction crossing her lips as the two began to play more intimately, teasingly. She had no doubt that Darion's efforts to find his way between her thighs would prove successful, but there was no harm in helping them along, making the experience so very much more intimate.<br/><br/>Content with their attention on one another, Ashana turned her gaze on Milenya, who watched, enraptured. She was a client to Ashana as well as they, there to experience her skill, to be removed from the world just a little while. Ashana continued her dance, now for her audience of one. Until, at last, she stepped lightly over the line of censers, the smoke gracefully dancing across her form. She approached Milenya, her gaze toying with the asari. She reached out and took the glass, taking another long, measured sip, before setting the glass down on the floor, out of harms way. She stood over Milenya, removed the rounded claw from her finger, setting it in the manacle bracelet attached, freeing her fingers. She reached out to Milenya, fingers gently running across her shoulders, up the sides her her neck before she applied a careful measure of pressure, massaging the her along the base of her scalp crests pressing and massaging with practiced precision, feeling the tension in her muscles, knowing the sensitive areas - and knowing what this felt like under the influence of Absinthe and her Incense. She stood over Milenya, bare and naked, the low light sending shadows across her zealously maintained curves and toned muscles.<br/><br/>Her fingers moved down Milenya's neck, fingers tips kneading and massaging down along her spine as she reached her shoulders massaging at the tension, then lifting her fingers and just ever so lightly caressing her with her fingertips. She cocked her head slightly to one side as she ran her fingers lightly cross her skin beneath the shoulder's of the dress. She ran her fingers across the fabric, squatting down slowly before Milenya, as she ran her fingers down below the skirt to her knees, then slid her hands up the outside of her thighs, the dress skirt rising with her arms. Ashana paused as her hands reached Milenya's hips and she gave the girl a smile as she felt no cloth beneath the dress, no underwear, only bareness. Ashana was amused at the shamelessness of it. She leaned forward, pressing her belly against the rim of the seat between Milenya's legs, feeling skin against her own. She slid her hands down, beneath Milenya's thighs, catching the edge of her skirt, on her pinky and guiding it up while she moved her hands back up, the tips of her fingers close enough to the woman's sex that she could feel the warmth from it. Her ran along under Milenya's ass, lifting her slightly as she guided the skirt up from under her to make the dress' removal easier. Her hands rose beneath the dress, up along Mielnya's sides, lifting it slowly as her fingers explored further up, enjoying the augmented sensation she felt as much as she knew Milenya was enjoying it. She lifted the skirt up over Milenya's hips, lifting the dress further, baring her inch by inch. She was careful as she lifted it, feeling the swell of Milenya's breast as lifted the dress up and over them, the fabric catching for a moment lifting them before rolling over them, letting them fall back into their natural form. Ashana's fingers teased up Milenya's arms and she lifted the dress up and over her head, standing as she did, to lifted it from the woman's arms and then drop it slowly onto the floor into a colorful pool of fabric.<br/><br/>Ashana reached down and lifted the glass back to her lips, taking a short sip, before returning it to Milenya. Ashana stood over her, legs between hers. She lifted her arms over her head and swayed rhythmically. Feeling the Absinthe pervade her senses, wash over her as she sank deeper and deeper into its embrace.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>She chuckled slightly when Kala asked about the data.<span style="color: navy">"You're on your own with that one... Few things on this ship aren't ok... sellin' us out, and lookin' where we're not supposed to. Tried to crack that data, failed... Falkris and Cantenelli came down on me like... lot ye' know... bad. Basically told me not to push it and that data was off limits. I don't plan on pushin' my luck on that one."</span><br/><br/>Taseer waved her hand in dismissal of Kala's assertion.<span style="color: navy">No no... no, I know <i>who</i> he's hiding from. Some bastards we all are, the moment we signed on here. Don't get the perks without the bullshit... Been shot at twice by the Turian military. <i>Twice</i>... since I been here. First one was some patrol asshole... don't know how they got wind of us but they did and came swoopin' in... Don't know the details, wasn't on the bridge, but we dusted 'em. Easy to do in a stealth ship than it is... ye' know... not in one.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: navy">Second one... that... that guy I remember. Some ranking bastard, been looking for Falkris... called him a traitor, ordered us to surrender and be... judged, or what the hell ever. We tried... to their credit they tried. Tried to get away, not have to kill 'em but... the... the Turian whoever the fuck didn't give us a lot of options so... pew...</span>She fired a mock bullet with her fingers at the bottle on the table.<span style="color: navy">Took 'em out. Fucked 'em up.</span><br/><br/>Taseer's gave fell on the Turian she had been eyeing earlier. He was slouched on a chair, leaning against the wall looking thoroughly more inebriated than he had been previously.<span style="color: navy">"Speaking... of fucking Turians... If you will excuse me... I'm going to drag the man that saved my life down to the engine room and thank him... <i>vigorously.</i>"</span>She threw Kala a drunken wink then pushed herself to her feet, swaying slightly as she walked over to him. She put her hand on the wall above him, leaning down over him as she talked to him. The change in the Turian's expression said that he was more than willing. Taseer walked him out of the lounge, looking at Kala and waggling her tongue suggestively before disappearing out into the corridor.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>