To be honest,  Anastasia loved having eyes on her,  she loved the feeling it gave her and rather then malinger feel like some piece of ass on display she felt strong,  confident , and sexy and it sent trills down her spine that made her shiver visibly every now and then.<br/><br/>The Rogue Trader stood confidently as she was circled like some kind of raptor would circle its prey from above. To avoid feeling small she arched her gently sloped shoulders back and grinned as she felt hands run throgh her ink black hair , fingers teasing the two bone-like growths from the crown of her head. The attentions sent yet another chill down her spine and her body reacted to the simple closeness of the situation,  nipples beginning to stiffen and gooseflesh to appear.<br/><br/>The episode was confusing,  to say the roast for the woman, her mind struggling to grasp the she'd difference between the before and after but she lingered on the slow teasing of the tube of narcotic between her lips and when it was finally pulled away by the now calm Remembrancer some of her red lipstain remained,  the deep blood-red forming a partial circle on the dull white tube.<br/><br/>Explanations remained to be had for the episode ,it she threw that away for the now, she wanted to linger in the present and the emotions of the now. " Of course I smoke in the head. I like to trip while I bathe,  dear. And that's why I disrobed. " she purred with her sultry voice,  kicking off her boots and suddenly getting shorter as the knee-highs were peeled off and her bare feet left to touch the cold marble of the floor,  making her shoved pleasantly as she snapped shut the case and feteched a platinum plated lighter,  featuring a gold Aquila upon it,  wandering up a shoort series of steps to a marble tub with gold plated faucets and jets. The woman waved a hand over the pannel and it came to life,  automated systems filling it with warm,  sudsy water. " There. If you care to join me you may. Or you can sit there like a Grox at field. No loss,  really. "<br/><br/>She paused,  shrugging a shoulder,  and with lighter in hand and obscura tube between lips she began to peel.off her velvet pants. Her back was turned to the woman,  her rear arched in the air as she bent over just slightly to clear the fabric over her not so small rump,  the cheeks round and as pale as the rest of her body.  But as the velelvet came down and she kicked the garments across the floor something became painfully obvious just below the small of her back,  where her tailbone should be wad an acutual tail,  the spaded length hanging to her knees as she turned around,  the appendage moving to its own accord, swaying back and forth like she was wagging it slowly to tease the reporter as she began to unfasten her bra.  " Hrmm?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>