Dax downed another swig of the bottle, sloshing it around in her mouth before swallowing. Oh, decisions, decisions. She slid the cork into the mouth of the bottle, plugging it up tight. She nibbled some more on her bottom lip, fingertips drumming against the bar as she let her various thoughts roll around inside of her brain. When they finally came together, she smiled at Loran.<br/><br/>"Well, ta' be totally honest, I was out most of tha' night. I need ta' clean off, 'fore we go back out. Get all tha' grime off." Dax hopped down from the stool, and paused, peering very intently. "Hate ta' ruin all that fine work you put into gettin' yourself whored up, but you're welcome ta' join me, of course. Conserve hot water, right?"<br/><br/>That was obviously the reason that Dax wanted her to come up, not anything to do with stress release or the heat building in the core of her stomach, almost throbbing. The tight leather she wore felt constraining, no longer comfortable.<br/><br/>"You can gimme a massage, maybe? I'm pretty tense. Clean and loose, that's what I need, before we face the day. Clean and loose."<br/><br/>Now THAT was subtlety. Dax grinned, her usual devious grin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>