<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br/><strong>In her office, on the ship, in space</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Allia</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, outbound<br/> Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>Draconis Combine<br/>1 January 3145</strong><br/><br/>Kari blushed at Allia’s response, smiling warmly back in reply. “Hey, it’s what the art’s for. And, uh, thanks as well. I mean, it sounds crazy, but it’s nice to know that it’s appreciated at the very least,” she offered. “Besides, it’s not like I go around and let it all hang out in the field and all. I mean, everyone’s seen my arms, but it’s not like I skimp down to show off all the tats and everything on purpose. Even if I am well past the stage of hiding them, it’s not like I’m a crazy exhibitionist or something”<br/><br/>She grinned at Allia. “Though if we do get the spa holiday, then I wear a swimsuit at least, and that pretty much shows all of them. Pretty much”<br/><br/>Kari turned around, pulling her tank top off over her head and putting it aside, then sweeping her hair over her shoulder, The result was her back to Allia, leaving it unobstructed save for her bra strap. The tattoos on it formed into a complete picture, a riot of greenery and colour that suggested a lush jungle, teeming with life; like a painting that had been rendered on a rather unusual canvas. The design ran across both shoulders and eventually tapered off down the small of the back.<br/><br/>“So what do you think?” She asked, glancing back at Allia. “Like I said, it was done in bits and pieces over time, but I think the result is well worth it”<br/>