How odd... the Matron was... happy.  Hell, glowing, like she'd just cum herself, but without any stimulation at all that was unlikely.  Still... she truly enjoyed it... made Doxi happy in a way.  Prisoner she was, no reason she couldn't enjoy herself however.  As for preference, none... just gentle, and a way of cleaning herself... she could handle that request.  She pulled a pillow and a rag out of her pack on her back, tossing the pillow on the deck, and handing her the rag - which was nice and clean - though it wasn't warm.<br/><br/>"Sorry it's not warm, but I figure you'd prefer anything over walking down to toss that thing on one of the pipes in the engine room for a bit." she said, standing and pulling a light blanket out from her limited camping gear, thought it was still a comfortable blanket "Lay back when you're done; you like watching, right?"<br/><br/>As for Doxi's tool... well, it was still semi-stiff, but would take time to recover and get it throbbing-hard again.  Something told her that wouldn't be a problem though, not with a woman so eager to please...