<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y8Tk1AI.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Se'Faema vas Jiko<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Quarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Bio-engineer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">Date:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE | Afternoon<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Bio-engineering lab<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Wub dub<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Viella D'aix | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Se’Faema honestly couldn’t say if Viella was oblivious to the comment she had just made, or if it was so perfectly executed that it really could come across as innocent. The quarian’s knees did the drunken dance again, her stomach tumbled and her heart fluttered as a delighted sigh escaped her nose. She made a mewling sound of longing without even realizing it had trickled off of her lips, and Se’ couldn’t decide which was worse; the possibility that Viella was actually unaware of the things she said, or that they appealed to Se’Faema in ways that she didn’t believe were possible.<br/><br/>She opened her mouth, closed it, then tried to come across as confident and totally not at all hooked by the illusion of a promising evolution in their… whatever they were. The quarian would have to test the waters and get a better understanding of what she was working with, first, before she’d allow her daydreams to take over again.<strong>“Your uh… pet?”</strong><br/><br/>Was that a subtly curious lilt in her voice? Or was it too forced? Maybe the inflection was just too ‘casual’ and it would be overlooked?<br/><br/><em>This beautiful asari is nearly a thousand years old. There is no way…</em><br/><br/>Se’ poked Viella with one finger, less of a jab and more of a caress as it tailed along the collar bone she had enjoyed nibbling on last year.<strong>“You temptress. You vile, <em>beautiful</em> bosh’tet. You almost nearly had me…”</strong><br/><br/>The finger inched down, following the hem of her top as if she might be able to will it away. She whispered.<strong>“Let me kiss you.”</strong>