Yes, after some convincing

“Oh, I think that maybe I can stay a little while longer, Harald might well get used to acting as captain.” Joa declared once she had gotten over her astonishment over Gwendolyn’s teasing.

“Harald?” Gwendolyn asked as she watched Joa slide out of the bed.

“My first mate,” Joa said, having no inclination to hide her enjoyment about standing in front of her two lovers in the nude and feeling their admiring stares even as they discussed more ordinary matters, “a good man, he’ll be looking after my ship alright, I’m sure of that.”

“He must be pretty good looking for you to have him around for very long.” Gwendolyn teased Joa, and was surprised by the awkward way in which the smuggler seemed to react to this.

Seleste wasn’t quite as surprised, as she had always suspected that there was something hidden under the professional manner in which she had seen the captain and first mate interact. It wasn’t friendship and it wasn’t love, those were two emotions that were easy to recognize, but there was definitely something more complex than the ordinary relation between two colleagues.

“I suppose.” Joa replied, the sudden sharpness in her tone implying that a change of subject should take place.

None came, and several seconds of uncomfortable silence followed.

“Maybe I should head up on deck anyway,” Joa muttered, and began scouring for her discarded pants.

“Please stay,” Gwendolyn hastily protested, still not sure of what it was that had been so unsettling about her previous question.

“Yes please do,” Seleste agreed with her love, “I’m getting a bit dizzy from you changing in and out of your clothes every ten minutes.”

Joa stopped her search to look at the two as they sat in the bed, Seleste on her ass with her legs bent and parted in front of her so that her twat was fully exposed, while Gwendolyn had been the more anxious of the two and had thus risen to sit on her knees.

“I don’t know…” Joa hesitated.

“We’ll be sorry to see you go.” Seleste informed her sweetly, and this seemed to the last straw.

“Alright,” Joa smiled at them, “I’ll stay for a while.”

The tub that Cherise had brought along had seemed big while the lithe young woman had been carrying it, but in truth it was just large enough for one person to be immersed into it to just above the waist, and it certainly wasn’t large enough for three.