“Cravings, huh? The way you’re dressed up certainly could cause one.”  The matron’s eyes eagerly prowl the young asari’s slightly damp and very thin camisole before settling back on the Jindari’s face , her hard, blue eyes a bit softer now that she wasn’t staring down a krogan. The young thing really could cause a craving, moving the way she does with her subtle rolling of her neck and pushing up of her breasts. Serena knew the woman -wanted- the dance, the intricate flirting and backing down only to come back again even stronger.<br/><br/>As the young mercs hand runs over her textured skin Serena can’t help but make a pleased sound low in her throat that she tried to pass off as simply clearing it. She could have probably taken the young, pretty thing right now if she wanted to, right on top of the bar. But that wouldn’t have been especially sanitary and Serena didn’t fancy catching a STD from a bartop. The little jest makes her laugh, while she was definitely more than old enough to be the woman’s mother at half a millennia old she had no problem bedding her. “Well, that’s part of the thrill of course. How do I know if she is or isn’t mine? It’s like a game.”<br/>Her eyes carried a good bit of mirth to them now and she shook her head and moved closer to Jindari as the young asari ran her fingers along the slightly textured skin of her arm. The Spectre shivered delightfully, the sensation running down her spine but she didn’t let it show besides the slight rolling of her neck as her hips pressed to Jindari’s, the matron grinning as her hands moved to the maiden’s hips , pinning her back to the bar with her own slight body weight.<br/><br/>The answer to the question really didn’t surprise Serena so much though she found a familiar warm sensation building between her thighs as she imagined the lanky woman beneath one rather hung krogan and then her mind rewarded her with the pleasant thought of her own navy blue features between those cyan thighs as she made the young maiden whimper and squirm. Serena couldn’t help but love the younger half of her race. They knew just what to say and they definitely could keep paces with an older, more experienced asari if they were energetic enough….<br/><br/>Her hips press harder against Jindari’s  and hopefully making her squirm against the touch, the old asari displaying just a little bit of dominance though her hands stayed firmly on the young woman’s hips, her face mere inches from the merc’s , her breath playing against her collar as she spoke up in a slightly more husky tone than before. “ I can tell you that I know more than a few Hanar soul names and it wasn’t because I was just a friend. And let me tell –you- it was worth it.” The asari laughed lowly, the fingers of her right hand curling up under the hem of the thin Camisole and teasing the textured skin of Jindari’s inner hip “Oh? And oral contact with a drell? Makes whatever you’re on right now look like cheap over the counter shit.” The Spectre let the knowledge drop that she knew the merc was high off her ass lightly, leaning in to whisper into her auditory lobe that passed as the maiden’s ear. “Ever been under two turians at once? It’s to die for.” Serena had quite the raunchy past in her years of shore leave, and she had no problem sharing it if it was a game between the two of them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>