Cyrine reclines in the exquisite  bath tub, her arms languidly draped over the sides. She bites her bottom lip, fighting a grin as Anastasia D’Crux saunters over to her. She takes note of the marking along the womans inner thigh. She’d seen the mark before of course, just..never on anyone. Ever. Well ..not on someone three inches from her lighting her tube of Obscura with her own. With their tail wrapped around her midsection....<br/><br/>She swallows shallowly. Intent in not letting on she is even the slightest bit on edge. And it wasn’t that she was ‘on edge’ so much as enticed..turned on even. The inherent danger of this woman set her mind reeling with delicious possibilities well before she even disrobed but now,...the marking..and tail well things had certainly gotten interesting rather quickly.<br/><br/>She inhales deeply on the narcotic tucked between her pursed lips. The acrid smoke burns a blazing hot trail down her throat, into her lungs and seemingly meanders its way down through the rest of her body before it seemingly rests between her thighs. Within seconds she feels time has sped up- her hands move quickly and frantically,as all of a sudden things slow down to a snails pace.  She feels an almost haunting reminder of the captains featherlight touch against her sides, it lingers in her hazy fog and brings an even wider smile to her lips. The warm, snaking tail finding its way around her midsection just begs to be touched.<br/><br/>She remembers the captains question as she startes to fade in and out of high conciousness, she exhales the smoke as she starts to idly prattle, “If Muses are servants of  Slaanesh its clear I’m aligned with the wrong sort..”  She lets her fingers delicately dance over the smooth flesh of the other womans tail, her eyes narrowing as she plucks the obscura from Anastasias lips, placing it between her own, next to<i>her</i>stick.  She inhales deeply, on both of them, letting the smoke completely fill her lungs to the brim.<br/><br/>She adjusts her self just slightly as maneuvers her way atop of the captain.  Her thin ,nude form moving to straddle the other seated woman. Her modest chest only covered with a few stray bubbles hanging on for dear life. She runs the flat of her hands against the captains soft and silken throat, craning her head back so the pair can look at one another eye to eye.  She ramps up the teasing as she brings Anastasias tail upward, and wraps it around her own thin hips. She  licks her bottom lip and pulls the obscrua from her mouth, with her right hand still on the womans neck, and the other high in the air to keep their treasures high above the water, she presses her lips faintly against the captains.<br/><br/>The ‘kiss’ is slow and teasing- the intensity cranked up to almost inconceivable levels due to the drug coursing through her veins. When Cyrines tongue gains even the slightest entrance, she slowly starts to exhale the thick double hit of obscura from her lungs in to the captains mouth.<br/>She doesn’t linger for a second more than is necessary , as she reclines back, gently letting her hips relax above the other womans. She places the lipstick marked tube of obscrua back between the captains lips, and her own unmarked on into her mouth.<br/>She beams as she opens her mouth to speak- She is however interrupted by a mans clam voice.<br/>She lulls her head to the side, shameless in her nudity as well as in the fact that her  breasts are more or less in the captain of this vessels face.  She waggels her free hand at the stranger, much in the manner of which she greeted the captain only a short time ago. “Ello..” she purrs.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>