Ana had forgotten her tube of Obscura,  the stick floating somewhere in the she's as her purple eyes locked om Cyrine's green. The Trader had a smile all her own,  leering down at the Remembrancer with a wolfish grin. She was all predatory poise and grace now,  her posture aggressive,  her face inches from Cyrine's and her breath playing over the skin of the other's ear ear like a hot wave of pleasure.the hands playing against her sensitive sides,  the drug coursing through her making the simple touch feel like a caress of a multitude of lovers. " Oooh...." she cooed like a disarmed animal,  her intense posted fading into a languid and relaxed stretch as the hands moved rom her sides to her backside and toyed with the crest of her tail " making her shiver in delight as sparks of sensation traveled from the sensitive joining up her spine.<br/><br/>This Cyrine was good at the game,  disarming her like a damn kitten with all the right touches and caressing , the breasts against hers,  the nipples rubbing slightly into each other making her pant a little,  each sensation drawn out over what felt like minutes thanks to the double hit of Obscura she'd been so sexily fed. Ana grinned devipusly as hands found her rear,  the strong grasp making her arch back into the touch,  her round cheeks soft in the hands,  shivers running up her pronounced spine as she. Thought on thisb those words,  accompaniedd by the trail of fire that burned down her neck were strong but the question left an openinand she had a retort. Someone wouldn't have given sbeasily to even an ounce of suggestion like Cyrine had if they weren't fully bendable.<br/><br/>The second firm grasp to her lucious rear breaks her reverie of thought , the mental fireflies scattering in the light of sensation that burned in the two hand shaped swatches on her round bum. This also served as her impetus,  she was going to strike hard and fast and wihdraw , to lure her prey back to her ground and on her terms.<br/><br/>The hands upon Cyrine's shoulders slid carefully up her smooth neck,  the silken flesh of the Rogue Trader's palms gliding across the neck with little resistance,  leaving trailsnl of sensation that sparked to life and died as quickly as they came. One hand found her way to the proud features of the journalist , a thumb soothing along her cheekbone,  feeling the curvature as her other hand wormed it's way into the red mop of thebother woman, fingers curling in the locks before she quickly and calmly jerked the woman's head back. The sensation was pain nobles with the pleasure of hot along being caressed,  as hair strained against a firm hand a strong tails spread Cyrine's legs open,  the trader quickly abusing the oppurtunity and in a quick moment was nearly laying upon Cyrine,  her smooth thigh wedged firmly between the pale legs of the other,  each small move teasing sensitive lips but not quite connecting with them.<br/><br/>Grinning like a fiend Anastasia leaned in , lip mere micrometers from Cyrine's. " How selfish...." the words we're puncuated with a hard lovebit le to Cyrine's lower lip,  the Trader's teeth gently grabbing the lip of the others woman betwen them and tugging at the mesh lightly before she let go,  dramatically moving her head to Cyeine's left ear,  her lips barely grazing along her sensitve skin,  along her cheek bone and.then jist hardly her ear,  leaving a trail of ghostly sensation. " One does not play with master's toys without some commitment,  dear. " she laughs lowly in Cyrine's ear, the tail spreading her legs apart suddenly pulling a little harder,now purposefully purposefully and rlteasingly moving between those pale thighs now as Ana bowed her head,  leaving soft bites along the flesh of the other woman's neck,  the teeth leaving small marks upon the flawless skin.<br/><br/>And them suddenly,  as if no longer possessed by the will to tease,  Ana slunk away from the other woman.  Her tail uncoil itself from around Cyrine's left leg and her hands left the red locks,  the delightful heat of her body now gone from the other woman , the temperature difference enough startle Ana and make her visibly shake as she reclined on the marble ledge opposite of Cyrine , one leg kicking out of the water in a slow,  sensual show. Water beaded down her small foot , trailing down the smooth contour of her calf as she rested her leg calmly on the ledge,  the cool air around her already raising gooseflesh on it. " A muse doesn't come without a price,  she needs to be fed creativity,  given assurance and all the proper things.  There is always a deeeal , love. " she let the sentence linger,  her purple eyes practically dancing with joy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>