The astropathic chambers were large , a huge,  circular room in a more secluded part of the ship. It lacked the normal glitz wne glamour of the ship. The walls were a dull, iron grey,  the farthest one adorned with the symbol of the Astropahicus Telepathica. In the middle of the circular chambers is a large choir stand of sorts,  room for a large number of Astropaths made among them and a stand for the leader in front. Currently the chambers were mostly empty and only lit by a few sparse candles and the dimmed lights from overhead,  making shadows flicker and waver,  adding a morose feeling to the room to math the general demeanor of most Astropaths.<br/><br/>Curretly there were only a few milling around,  dressed im their green robes with small leather satchels at their side, some covering their lost eyes and others choosing not to. Most were pallid and looked underfed,  their faces lined with the stress of being an Astropath. The most.decorated among them,  a woman in green robes decorated to some Higher degree than the others stood among them,  silently muttering to the group.  She had red hair tied in a ponytail, her eyes covered with a black cloth. The woman looked worse for wear like most astropaths,  but more underfed than stress lined<br/>___________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Anastasia watches the woman as she kneads her own flesh,  hands yearning.so badly to trail lower as she watches Cyrine move to pleasure her own self but she bites her lip and resists the call. Sh would take date of her burning , aching,  needing flesh later. To delve to that level now would all but forfeit her lead and make her look as needy as she was.<br/><br/>Instead,  as the water caressed her needy body,  the obscura fueling her lust and desire,  making her body feel as if thousands of lovers hands caressed her with each move of the water in the tub she moved her hands to the ledge, gripping the stone tight.  Her back arched,  her breasts hitting out dangerously as she watched the woman,  but as the deal was struck a smile came to her features,  the horns only complementing the impish grin.  " Mmm....you will not regret the deal. "<br/><br/>Her breathing came in pants and she averted her eyes as Cyrine came , the hand upon her chin briging her from her lust addled daze,  the lips upon her forehead and feverpitch flesh making her shiver. " She is most giving,  as is her muse..." she said breathily,  standing up to Cyrine's chest just about and placing a soft hand on her hip before moving from the tub and gathering her own clothes up. It was clear how painfully aroused she was,  her lips pixy and swollen and as moisture headed off her body she shivered and her skin only flushed brigther." How about you follow the tail?~~" she said playfully,  before turning around and sloooowly walking off and out of the bath room. Her hips swayed,  round ass swinging from side to side and her tail mimicing this as well, each movement bringing a slight jiggle to her flesh.<br/><br/>If Cyrine followed she would he led to the very back of the gilt and lavishly decorated manse,  right up unto a split between two sets of double doors. " I like to keep my guests close ~"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>