Marek looked both exhausted and at the same time ashamed.  He explained how he knew that he was falling under a compulsion and he couldn't resist.  His cheeks were bright red as he explained in as few words as possible that he'd felt like he'd failed somehow.  He looked very tired, but when Doxi found him, he was at the bow of the ship, staring off into the evening sky.  It was only an hour or so from sunset, and about three hours from full dark.  Doxi knew that sunrise and sunset were important to the druid and his religious beliefs, but not exactly how.   He wasn't the most verbose person she'd ever met.<br/><br/>He quietly nodded when Doxi asked him to go attend the matron.  The captain got the feeling that Marek was glad to be given a task, almost as if he was happy for the penance.<br/><br/>A little over two hours later, there was a light knock at captain Doxi's door.  The door opened and Theristina escorted Matron Serra into the captain's quarters.  The matron was still nude, which wasn't surprising as Doxi still hadn't given permission for her to wear clothing.  Likewise her dress had been ripped, though her undergarments were still in decent shape.  Theristina said she would be happy to stand outside and guard the door if the captain wanted, but if the captain had things 'in hand' she would retire for a few hours rest.  She likewise said that Janmorel, the only other capable pilot other than Doxi or Sotella, was going to releive the first mate in a few hours.  Then the elven marine waited for the captain to give orders.<br/><br/>The Matron for her part looked refreshed and somewhat... excited.  Marek had done a good job with her, removing most of the body hair below her face.  He'd left a triangle of hair above her vulva, but it was cut short, and Doxi knew he must have taken his grooming kit when he went to see her.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mildly NSFW image inside</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.shavehaven.com/images/pubic-hair-cuts-Fan.gif)</div></div><br/>Doxi could see, even as the matron was standing there though that her pussy lips were smooth and bare, and the clean flesh of her age softened mons was devoid of hair except for the triangle which pointed to her womanly cleft.  She looked just slightly younger than her age, which Doxi guessed to be somewhere just shy of fifty.  Then she realized that Marek must also have colored the grey out of her sideburns.  But not all the way, a little grey peppered in kept the change from being drastic or even terribly noticeable.  Doxi almost missed the change, but she was an astute observer.  Just as she noticed that the Matron's demeanor was cool and quite confident, not nervous or upset like earlier.  Yes, technically she was a prisoner being escorted by a jailor to her captor's cabin, but despite that, despite the nudity, she almost looked like she was in control.  She even had the hint of a smile on her face, and a sparkle in her eyes.