One of Maya's hands went to Anna's breasts, giving her a firm squeeze, but her eyes lingered on Ian. "We're not too concerned with privacy... Can we see it?" She asked, pointing to his pants, which were bulging with something. Her other hand went to the tight and thin G-string the Zikkick had painted on her, and she ran a finger through the fabric and towards the trimmed area of her own privates, hoping to give Ian a good show, and a good cause to stay with them for a while.