<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/V1xeaDa.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Ashton “Ash” Chase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.new#new)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Second in Command, Security<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">Date:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE | Evening<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>Luus’ quarters<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>After work drinks.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Luus | CLOSED<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>It looked like the cards were already on the table. Their intentions were clear, they both had a good idea on how the evening was going to come to an end, and Ashton found that to be quite the refreshing change. Nothing was more attractive to her than confidence, and Luus here certainly didn’t lack on that front.<br/><br/>She took another puff on the cigar, but this time she held it in her mouth a little longer, enjoying the flavors mingling on her tongue before it eventually escaped like dragon’s breath. “I’ve never been with a turian before. I’ve always been curious.” With a tap of her cigar against the ashtray, she smothered before it would go to waste, then took the two shots of alcohol in quick succession. One. Swallow. Two. Swallow, with a<em>clack</em>as they came to rest on the table.<br/><br/>Ashton reached up to pull her hair down, still slightly damp from her shower. Dark curled sprang free, smelling floral and a little sweet. Perhaps the only feminine thing about her. “You going to be able to use those hands how I want you to? That is, without scratching against the good stuff?” Ashton’s brow arched, and as she swung her leg off and over the chair, she lifted and shifted her torso so that she found herself comfortably in his lap like an asari dancer.<br/><br/>No beating around the bush. No hesitation. His free hand was pulled and wrapped around her waist. Then she tugged off her shirt, tossed it over her shoulder, and grabbed his bottle of alcohol. “If not those hands, certainly that tongue will be put to use. You’ll have to earn my screams, and I don’t put up a lazy fight.”<br/><br/>With just her bra and her pants on, she tipped the mouth of his bottle until some of the liquid dribbled out, streaming down her collarbone and disappearing down the cleavage of her breasts. “Whoops.” She said, dryly. Then set the bottle down. “Suppose we should take these wet clothes off of me now, huh?”