Milenya shifted slowly in her seat, slight movements in time with Ashana's dance. Ashana's flirtacious, coy glances held her enraptured, a faint blush of purple highlighting her cheeks.<br/><br/>She cradled the absinthe, the faint glow being a sapphire gem held within her cupped hands, and as Ashana stepped through the gauzy veil of smoke, she lifted it up in offering for Ashana to take. She was slow grace in motion, her movements sensual, her chin lifted in a subtle sign.<br/><br/>She was a supplicant to Ashana's goddess, her entire attention taken up by the sensual figure before her. Letting her hands drift down to her lap, she bowed her head at Ashana's knowing touch, a soft sigh expressing her feelings, her willingness to follow where Ashana leads. The touch of those fingers in the intimate places behind the crests made her ache and shiver with longing, lost in the sensual caress.<br/><br/>She swayed, sinuously following Ashana's touch as the other Asari's hands drifted down her body, her breath slow and trembling now. Every moment an eternity, even the lightest of touches on her skin leaving a trail of bright sensation in her mind.<br/><br/>Milenya's blush brightened with Ashana's knowing smile, shyly looking away. The touch of Ashana's fingers drew another soft gasp from her, so close, teasing but never touching the soft skin between her legs. She lifted slightly, under Ashana's wordless direction, the other woman's hands communicating so clearly her intent, a goddess' desire for her worshipper to be nude. With the same slow grace, Milenya lifted her arms, moving in synch as the dress is drawn up over her bare hips, over her belly, dragged sensually across her stiff nipples. A soft whimper escapes her throat as the cloth catches and tugs on the sensitive nubs, her body afire with the tingling sensitivity of the experience.<br/><br/>"Goddess..." She sighed softly, daringly brushing her lips over Ashana's belly in a soft kiss. Her fingers meet Ashana's in a gentle, lingering caress when Ashana offered the glass, accepting the absinthe again and sipping.<br/><br/>And with that, she felt open, vulnerable in a way that only an Asari could be, her senses expanded beyond herself. The touch of her mind whispered sensually against Ashana's in invitation, trustingly offering herself to the woman who saved her.<br/><br/>Light and shadow, the caress of incense... she felt moved to slide off the couch and knelt with her knees wide apart. She sipped from the absinthe, and slid up against Ashana's body, sensually, trailing soft kisses up the dancer's belly. She lifted the precious glass above her head, offering it to Ashana.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>