Jindari lets Serena take the lead. It isn’t that the young woman was normally submissive, its just that..well..with a proposition, or threat , as it were. “Just once eh’ old timer?” She teases as she submissively places her hand along the back of the band holding up Serena’s pants.  She gambled grabbing the Matrons backside.  It was likely she would have gotten slapped for grabbing a palmful of ass…it wouldn’t be the first time.    When the  lusty little utterance of the goddess is made, and a look of utter contentment crosses the older womans face, Jindari –knows at that moment, she’s in for a hell of a night.<br/><br/>The younger asari feels the pit of her stomach bubble and churn….Tie her up? And leave her there? “Theres no way you’d leave me tied up like that pops..” she purrs as she’s pulled out of the club “I’m far too adorable for you to resist, lets face it.” Her eyes are glazed over , the hold of the Hallex still strong, and the alcohol isn’t helping her sober up.  Only 118…and already managed to pickle her liver to a state of perfection.  She slurs with a slightly drunken lisp, “I mean when’s the last time you tasted a girl young enough to  be your –granddaughter-.  “That was a stretch, but it could have been true Jindari supposed, if the Matron had a child young enough, she –could- be her grandmother.  It was highly, highly unlikely, but reality wasn’t the point. Egging the older woman on was.  If Jindari woke up in the morning unable to walk right, smelling like azure and maybe even with a few well-placed bite-marks. It was a good night.   One didn’t obtain bite marks and difficulty walking by romance and sweetness.<br/>Jindari notices the looks as they exit and she doesn’t really mind so much.  She’s always been a good sport and more than willing to play along, she’d let Serena have this one.  The indignity wasn’t too bad..she could have been attached to a Volus’ pants after all. Beautiful older asari was alright in her book. Jindari could play along, be the good girl. Then pounce and take exactly what she wanted.  She just needed an opening… when Serena mentions, ‘I hope you don’t mind a private detour’, she knows  this is her chance.  They bob and weave through the crowd of writhing patrons,  until they emerge through the back door and stumble into an ally.<br/><br/>The bass line can be heard outside the club, the low throbbing boom boomboomboom  is like a madman’s lullaby, it drums away in a familiar, primal beat, but doesn’t sound familiar enough to recognize outside.  It’s enough to muffle gasps the Maiden wagers.   She leers at Serena’s backside just under the palm of her hand, tilting her head to get a better look at the hypnotic round orbs as they bounce from side to side.   They weave through the empty streets of Omega, headed to a part of town Jindari doesn’t recognize.  She knows it’s now or never, because if she gets to the Matrons apartment, she’d be at Serenas mercy.<br/><br/>Like the slyest allycat ever, Jindari takes two long strides and presses her chest up against Serenas back.  She leans into press her lips against the side of the Asaris head, just where her ear would be located.  Her hand snakes down from its resting place on Serenas belt loop and dips down the back of her pants. She looks around – they’re alone…enough.  She worms her hand down and firmly grabs at the older womans backside, palming her left cheek much in the same manner she had earlier.  She purrs in a low, heavy voice, “Slight detour Pops.” She starts, as her hips grind into her hand pressed against the other womans backside.  She starts to roll her hips and guides the older woman to the nearest ally way wall. With a rather authoritative grip, (At least an attempt at one) she pulls the Matrons hands up an  against the wall in front of her , while her hand starts to tease the older womans backside.   Jindari tugs at the fabric of the other womans military pants just enough to expose some flesh. She gives a slight playful slap before grabbing a rough palm full and starting to knead slowly.  “Who’s in charge of what now? ” She defiantly grins , thinking herself in full control of the situation.<br/><br/>Her bravado and confidence grow with each passing second of control. She kneads and massages the older womans rather ample ass.   Until the matron gasped a breathless utterance to the goddess in the bar..Jindari –never- would have pictured herself an ‘ass’ woman.  But the sweet utterance and instant melting..it was too good to pass up.  She teases along the older asaris rear,  letting a loan finger traverse the depths she’d normally dare not venture…all in an attempt to push some sort of button with in the Matron. To signal –she- would be in control tonight, and Serena would just have to deal with that harsh reality, and sooner rather then later.  The Mercs lone pointer finger starts to poke and prod, pushing against the underutilized (especially amoung asari) entrance with the tip of her finger.   Plunging in just to the first knuckle before rocking her hips slowly against her hand, she whispers again, only this time instead of just throaty teasing theres a definite hint of want. “Daddy…are you sure this is right?” She teases and laughs as she starts to twist her fingertip just a bit.<br/><br/><br/>Well the Matron –did- threaten to  leave her tied and wanting if she didn’t  play along with the fucked up 'daddy' thing once…<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>