Halcyon's eyes started sliding away from Elke's face as she approached, her ability to look at someone directly decreasing in direct proportion to their proximity.  Once she was close the girl was looking down, more at the unusual presence of the half-firm organ between Elke's legs than anything else.  But when her hand came up, it slid along the warm, slightly sweat-sticky muscles of her belly, a swath of gentle caress that slid across the young Manlian's navel lightly.  Halcyon then turned and walked back to the shower, already running.  It wasn't a waste of water - the recyclers were more than efficient enough.<br/><br/>Naked, she was a pale slip of a girl, her lithe body perfectly proportioned, long legs and delicate arms.  Her pale skin made the scars along her legs and arms more vibrant - they were clearly restraint scars, left by her struggling against  metal cuffs.  They were also very old, and the stretch of them hinted she'd been much younger when they'd occurred.  She remained in the shower, her arms coming up to cover her small, perfect breasts as she caressed her own throat lightly.  Her head ducked and she glanced sidelong at Elke, her heart shaped derriere and the empty space between her lovely legs begging to be fondled.<br/><br/>The water was stained pink as it slid down her body, however:  there had been a great deal more blood in her hair than it had seemed like, hidden by the black silk.<br/><br/>