04-13-2007, 08:03 AM
Slowly turning to face Altima, Psyrixia placed her right arm upon the edge of the tub and whispered, "Well...since you're getting your clothes all wet, wouldn't the logical thing to do is take them off ...and join me in the tub." Giving him a wink and a smile, she traced a finger of her left claw across the Jedi's neck down his chest. "We could...you know...scratch each other's back...so to say."
