Tip, who emerges from the stateroom during this discussion in nothing but a loincloth and promptly plops herself down in Tamritha's lap, throwing her arms around the larger woman's neck, nuzzles the ample bosom of her Captain and Mate-Elect.<br/><br/>"What if I do not want to be liberated from your affectionate durance?"<br/><br/>She leans in, fastens her lips on your neck in just the right spot, and does her best to start giving you a hickey while guiding one of your hands down to her hip, if not the swell of her pert little ass.<br/><br/>"Ah, but they will invite themselves to join us if we do not pretend otherwise! And I have no interest in males." She giggles, but with that odd little monotone of hers it sounds almost eerie. "You wish me to dress modestly, remain silent, and pretend that I am not your happy little plaything while we are discussing business with your patrons. I can do this thing. It pains me, but I do it. Am I allowed to girlwatch and fantasize?"