A small gasp issues forth from Maethia’s lips when Darion placed his hand along her thigh and slowly began to squeeze and tease up along it. It was toned and firm just like the rest of her and definitely none too skinny either. Maethia had never been a small Asari, in fact she had always been built rather thick so touching her should be a new experience for Darion entirely. Sadly for her however she was clad in cumbersome fatigues. The military pants were of course functional and form fitting, if a little baggy further on down the legs near her boots but the thick canvas-like material of them robbed her of most sensation- something that not even the copious amount of narcotic incense she was inhaling could help her endure.<br/><br/>To Maethia that loss of sensation was an injustice, especially with that promising tone she had heard in Darion’s voice. Her eyes had been set on that man since she’d set foot on the ship and of course she just –had- to wear fatigues when things were going to take a turn for the sensual. If that wasn’t enough there was of course the fact her right arm was in a sling, something she was so rudely reminded of when the Asari tried to move it to take back the glass only to flush and accept the sugar-dosed liquor with her left hand.<br/><br/>She looks down into the deep blue depths of the glass and bites her lip. Things were beginning to swim in her mind and she swayed as she fought to keep her balance before the sensation became too much and she finally opened her blue eyes once more to look at the man next to her.  Smoke curled all around her, her fringe cutting a harsh and dramatic silhouette in the low light as she turns her head and speaks up.<span style="color: blue">“ I think it’s so unfair my arm is up in a sling. I can’t exactly return the favor.” </span>She whispers, once more biting her lip and taking a moment to size the man up before moving. Without invitation or care the Asari situates herself in Darions lap, straddling the man so that she was facing him but not obstructing his view. The thick, toned mass of her rear settles in his lap and she  dips her head down low , breath playing down across the man’s skin.<span style="color: blue">“ I think this is better. More fair.”</span>As she spoke she handed the glass back to Darion, her now free hand moving across the man’s broad chest and slowly upward towards his neck.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>