Cyrine is still wandering through the halls, ducking her fiery mane in to any room she deems even remotely interesting.<br/>She is eyeing a particular delightful servitor, following closely as  she sways her hips. Despite her earlier release- Cyrine was still very much 'on edge'- ogling the scenery helped her 'take the edge off'.<br/>She clacks on her gladstone, and happily bounces down the hallway.<br/>She tilts her head to try to capture the soft swell of flesh of the servitors stomach -as she narrows her eyes- that's when she hears it....<br/><i>" I bet you're gonna cream nice and early..."</i><br/><br/>She blinks and lifts her head, beaming from ear to ear as the voice continues to talk.<br/><br/>She recognized that voice....the slow drawn out tease.<br/><br/>She nearly slips and falls face first as she tries to dash off in that direction, only saving her self from tripping by the placement of her right hand upon the floor at the last possible second.<br/><br/>Once she rights her self, shes off - cupping her ear in a failed attempt to hear better.<br/><br/>She then hears a slightly louder purrr...<br/><i>"Hrmmmmm"</i><br/><br/>She spins to her right, eyeing the large closed double door.  She sticks her tongue out grinning even wider. She cracks the door open just an inch, and stares inside the room.<br/><br/>As she sees the captain, panties around her ankles , her tail wrapped around some strange woman......wait..<br/>Cyrine blinks..."Well.." she stammers biting her lower lip, "Thats..different."<br/><br/>She eyes the strangers phallus, tilting her head as Anastasias tail strokes the length...<br/><br/>She narrows her eyes with rapt attention, her breath instantly  becomes shallow, as her implant adjusts to zoom, capturing images of the twos delicate dance for dominance....<br/><br/>As she does so, her hand instinctively starts to trail down her own stomach....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>