"Careful, Liza, lest the other girls get jealous..." Robin winks from her spot on the couch as Tzahala leads the older woman back into the bathroom, a knowing smirk already on the tattooed woman's lips. "Some of us actually have to work to get that kind of reaction from people..."<br/><br/>Liza's laugh is a pleasant, husky thing as she closes the door to the bathroom behind herself, and her eyes are gleaming with mirth as they take in the full glory of Tzhala's nude form. Mirth and more than a little appreciation.<br/><br/>"I see what she means." The older woman's smile shifts to a playful smirk as she leans forward from the hips, planting a gentle kiss on Tzahala's cheek- and peels those pretty cotton panties away from her hips without so much as a wiggle. That way, when she finally does straighten up and move over towards the edge of the tub, Tzahala really is greeted to a view of her delicately trimmed mound for the first time. Though she doesn't seem to shy about showing it as she offers as she offers one toned, stockinged leg to the runner. "I don't suppose you'd be a dear and finish helping Mama undress..."<br/><br/>Maybe its just the light in the bathroom, but Tzahala thinks she sees something like wheels turning behind Liza's gaze as the woman picks up her wine in one hand... and leans back to post the other in the tub, so that she's almost prone above the water.