Make her wet.

The rush of the cool water poured from the bucket, drenching Mole's body from head to toe, brings her to pull back her head as well as **** a noise from her lips--one of both surprise, and of excitement. She gasps with cheeks still warm and red despite the attempt to cool her down. In fact, it only seems to burn her engine hotter. Her chest heaves up and down, beneath a white top that now clings tight to her wet skin, though with one strap slipped down her right shoulder, the weight of the material may soon betray her trust. Droplets of water roll down her firm, slender stomach, down to her sagging pants.

While her trousers barely hang from her hips at the best of times, as her outfit becomes soaked, they slip down farther, revealing that she does in fact wear nothing beneath them. Following the trails of water drops along her skin, your eyes reach a hint of pink, and even back up, her nipples are prominent behind the nearly transparent fabric of her crop top.

While leaning back against the machinery, she looks to you with half-lidded eyes and a streak of colour across her face, before slipping her goggles from her forehead. She then reaches back, and after undoing the band in her hair, she allows her violet locks to roll down to her shoulders. She runs her fingers back through, arching her back and seeming to care little for how she's been revealed. After coming back up, her chest nearly slips from her shirt, and the cleavage of her pelvis draws your eyes back down--gaze like a malfunctioning elevator, unsure of where to linger. Two deep, quiet moans play like an alluring song, and she remains there, looking back--cute, busty engineer, wet and warm, hardly clothed, and nearly alone with you in depths of the ship.

For just a moment, you notice Fava idly nibble her bottom lip. Her eyes trail slowly, as if gently caressing, the other girl's dripping figure. Her own chest isn't so much a different size, though it seems that way with her tight, thicker sports bra. It pulls them together and nudges them upward, though compresses them as well. That being said, Fava knows full well that her body within is far flatter than that. She brings a hand up to touch upon her own breasts, as if surprised for a moment, and then content. A familiar blue glow fades gently to her cheeks, in a manner just like Alice, but as one hand slips down her stomach, she suddenly gasps.

Golden, glowing, translucent wings eject from her back, extending to full size in a manner of seconds. It surprises even her. She blushes more prominently after you and Mole look over in unison.

"... I didn't mean to--" she tries to say.

"A little excited?" you ask.

Mole sits up. She takes the pixie by her shoulders, and then turns her around to face away. She admires her back. Her hands caress gently up and over the back straps of her top, around her wings, and then she takes hold of them as they twitch between her fingers. "They're so beautiful. And so amazing." As she leans in more intently, she bends over, and with her pants slipping farther, you get quite the view of her slowly revealed ass.

"Careful," Fava whispers back. "I don't know why they popped out."

"Hey, Fava," you speak up. "You've been... I don't know how to say this, but a little more shy lately. When we first met you, we were put through a wacky dungeon of magic traps, and you're always so mischievous."

"What do you mean?" she responds. "I'm allowed to be complex."

"Maybe it's because she isn't in control?" Mole asks. "Actually, I have another theory. I tend to get like that when I haven't, you know..." She fans herself with her hand. "When I get a bit too warm, for a bit too long, if you know what I mean. Like right now."

Fava bites her lip, more obviously this time. She then slips her finger down the neckline of her top and gives it a playful tug. "It does feel pretty hot in here." She then looks you directly in the eyes. "And you had that whole bath party without me."

Mole looks you over quite thoroughly. "You keep looking at my body, Kyle."

"Do you blame me?" you ask.

"And don't think I didn't notice you getting stiff."

"Do you blame me?" you repeat.

She runs her tongue over her teeth, but she doesn't smile. The way she stares back is like that of a predator ready to strike, though she holds herself back as best she can. "... You can see a lot, can't you?" she whispers. "Now that my body is all wet."

Opting to leave out her wings, Fava moves in to touch her hand to the other girl's stomach, though her eyes are still on you. She looks much more like a pixie in this state, though far from her usual size. It reminds you of when Delphi shrunk you down to her level. "This body of mine. Like I said, it's as if it's my own while I'm inside it. I can feel anything an ordinary person would."

"Maybe Kyle here will let me work on you. Have a look at how you're wired," says Mole.

"Let me? I'm my own--" But after reading unspoken words in the other engineer's eyes, she looks to you once again. "Actually, now that I think about it, I'd rather see how Kyle is wired."

Mole smiles wide. "We are both good with tools, Kyle. Please forgive us though. We're still a little dirty from working on the ship."

"But I think that's perfect," Fava adds, now moving up to wrap an arm fully around the other. She pulls her in close, and then sticks a playful tongue out in your direction. "Because it means we'll be fine getting even dirtier."