Helly Reyne
Hartlite Frontwoman
She leaned against a wall as she watched the Mandalorian girl finish cooking. "They always say that cooking is an art," she told her. "Just like painting on a canvas or writing a poem. It takes true creativity to come up with something new and original, and yet the same tried and true tastes we've kept for millennia are still just as appreciated today as they were back when they first hit the eager taste buds of their creator." She looked away for a moment, raising her brows and pursing her lips. "Not this artist. I'll leave the cooking to you, eh? I always get my food delivered or made for me, I don't see any reason to add chores for myself now."
At the mention of a sauna, Helly's interest was piqued. A Mandalorian with laced bread and a sauna in her ship... Perhaps Helly had misjudged Cynthia. Perhaps she did understand a good time. "If I wasn't in desperate need of a bath, I'd take you up on the sauna. I'm no stranger to being grungy like this, but if I don't need to impress a stadium full of hard rock fans, then this girl likes to be clean..."
As the bath was being prepared, she could feel her heart begin to race. Out in the woods, she was the one initiating. Here, she was a guest in someone else's home, and it was her first time seeing that home. This was Cynthia's element, her home field advantage.
Sliding out of her overshirt to reveal the crop top underneath, she held her hands out and embraced one of Cynthia's, a warm smile washing over her face, partly due to the baked goods. "I wanna take a bath with you. I wanna hold you while we're in the water, and I wanna relax like that..." The crop top came off, thrown to the floor in what was quickly becoming a trail of clothing.
[member="Cynthia Solus"]
At the mention of a sauna, Helly's interest was piqued. A Mandalorian with laced bread and a sauna in her ship... Perhaps Helly had misjudged Cynthia. Perhaps she did understand a good time. "If I wasn't in desperate need of a bath, I'd take you up on the sauna. I'm no stranger to being grungy like this, but if I don't need to impress a stadium full of hard rock fans, then this girl likes to be clean..."
As the bath was being prepared, she could feel her heart begin to race. Out in the woods, she was the one initiating. Here, she was a guest in someone else's home, and it was her first time seeing that home. This was Cynthia's element, her home field advantage.
Sliding out of her overshirt to reveal the crop top underneath, she held her hands out and embraced one of Cynthia's, a warm smile washing over her face, partly due to the baked goods. "I wanna take a bath with you. I wanna hold you while we're in the water, and I wanna relax like that..." The crop top came off, thrown to the floor in what was quickly becoming a trail of clothing.
[member="Cynthia Solus"]