No, she gets interrupted.

Though agent Nyarai strokes away at the bound warrior with increasing vigor he refuses to yield the sample she needs to confirm his identity. Taking it as a personal challenge Kenya raises the stakes and removes her shirt to give the Zulu a full view of her bra covered cleavage. Even with all his warrior pride, the bound man cannot help but stare at her shapely, toned and buxom figure. Kenya's smile at his response is short lived, however. Letting her guard down by being distracted by the ruggedly handsome and amazing built Zulu, the lieutenant fails to see the two Ferengi guards and the Betazoid auctioneer quietly enter the room.

"Don't move, earth female." A Ferengi guard points his blaster at Kenya's temple while enjoying the sight of her cleavage. As the other guard levels his weapon at her back, the lieutenant raises her arms in the air. The Betazoid saunters in front of Kenya and then looks down at the bound warrior. Giving a brief grin and slapping his cock, she then turns her attention fully to the undercover Star Fleet agent.

"You should know." The aging but voluptuous woman looks over Kenya with excitement. "That the mind is never more revealing then when it's aroused. You must find this **** very appealing for your true feelings to be so obvious."

"Why are you bothering me?" Kenya remains in her disguise, though her gut is in a knot.

"Because you're very nervous." The female slaver leans in to speak directly into Lt. Nyarai's ear, "And you're not who you say you're."

"Who the hell do you think I am?" Kenya continues her **** bluff.