Two hours after her ship was<em>finally</em>in relative order, Doxi heard the knock, sitting with her feet propped up on her personal desk, and beckoned her visitor(s) in.  And what a surprise: a naked MIRF (mother I recently fucked, Doxi's own creation) with a newly trimmed bush and clean as a whistle, groomed to a T!  She looked a bit younger too... Marek must have worked his ass off with her, the pirate captain figured.  She dismissed Theristina, informing her she could handle one woman with ease, shutting and locking her door after she left before taking her seat once more.<br/><br/>This, of course, gave her time to observe the older woman, looking her up and down, reading her... and Doxi could tell something was different, but in a good way.  Cool, confident...<em>happy</em>, Doxi would fathom, what with that smile, and that<em>glint</em>in her eye...<br/><br/>"You look different..." she teased, smirking as her eyes wandered over the woman, licking her lips as she beckoned her too closer "...younger, happier, nice and clean and refreshed... lovely pussy by the way; that's my favorite sort of style, that and a bit of a longer tuft like my own, for texture.  May I feel it as we continue chatting a bit?  We have all night for fun after all..."