Song's admission

As you are pondering all of this, Song had made her way to what would be considered "Her bunk". She had gone over to a walk in closet to change and pulled a screen across the doorway as she had begun to disrobe from the outfit she arrived in. During your time with the councilwoman she was ensuring your activities were undisturbed. As such you feel a bit grateful. Perhaps she deserves a reward? She had removed her jacket and skirt from what you could see. You make your way to the closet, utilizing what little fractions of yourself were in her system you begin to incite further thoughts of being taken by you. As you come up to the closet you peal away the screen. She turns to face you, dropping her blouse to the ground to reveal her lovely chest. From what you have gleamed from the various earth minds you have gone through she is what would be considered a solid C, a's'kin to that of Gabriella. Her nipples large in areola, and nipples to fit. Her legs go on and on, and you could only imagine what is behind it all. She looks to you with eyes not of longing, but with interest. She had only imagined what true intercourse would be like with you. But now that it is but mere few feet from it she is curious to see what plays out.

"Sir, I." She pauses, almost nervously but with the slightest murmur of a chuckle. "Ever since the car, I have begun to. Envision, what it would be like to share myself with you."

You can tell she is trying to allude to greater things but is shy to do so. This being the case, you decide to practice some "humor"

"YOU HAVE SHARED YOURSELF WITH ME ALREADY SONG."

Another nervous chuckle: "I'm sorry sir, I suppose I should say that I wish to join with you in a physical sense." A slight stammer "Earlier this afternoon, I had heard some of the noises that were coming from your meeting with councilwoman Gabriella. And, I'd be lying if I didn't say that, I didn't long for you sir."

The equivalent of a human smirk beams across you. "I SEE SONG, SO YOU WOULD LIKE FOR ME TO, TREAT YOU IN A SIMILAR MATTER?" As you say this, you begin to maneuver a few tentacles toward her, thick enough to hold her weight, but slender enough to be held in her palms. You know this last part because as one creeps toward her she reaches out to it. She feels the slime on your tentacle and shudders with anticipation.

"I'm not sure if I'd like the same treatment, but I'd like to have a similar connection to you." She says as she steps a bit further toward you, moving her hands along the tentacles that are around her reach.