You invite him to your room

As you are walking to your quarters, Marash is walking right behind you. You pull your lekku to the side of your breasts and take a deep breath. You summon the bravery you felt as you escaped from Sleheyron and then you turn around.
“Hey, Marash?” You say while holding your hands behind you trying to look cute. “Could you uhm, come to my quarters in like, 10 minutes or so. I’ve uhm, got a little surprise for you.”
As you are inviting him, you notice his eyes drop to your boobs where he sees how excited your nipples are. Good, you wanted him to see that. But before he can respond you turn around and practically hop through the corridor towards your room, leaving only a short giggle for him to hear.

Once inside your room you quickly strip out of your clothes. You store them in your wardrobe and pull out your **** bikini. It isn’t hard for you to get into that one. You’ve spent many days wearing it. Once you’ve got it on, you lay yourself on your bed. You rest on your left side, facing the door. Then you just wait until Marash enters.

You don’t have to wait long. Just a few minutes later you watch the door open. It is quite fun to see Marash’s reaction. Upon seeing you like this his mouth falls open and eyes widen. It is obvious how pleased he is seeing you this way.
“Hello there, handsome.” You say, trying your best to be as seductive as possible. “Please, come in … and close the door behind you.”
Marash blinks a few times, as if waking up from an amazing dream. Then he steps inside and closes the door, like you asked.
You bring your right hand under your right lekku and slowly brush it over your shoulder while asking, “Well, Marash. Am I pleasing to you?”
“Y-Yes.” Is all Marash can say.
You feel his eyes all over your body, staring at every part of you. For once, you feel invigorated by having someone’s full attention on you.
You sit up on your bed and then stand.
“Please, take a seat.” You say, and point with your hands at the spot you had just been lying on.
Without pulling his eyes off you, Marash moves towards your bed and sits on it.
Once he is seated you stand before him, showing him your back and say, “I hear you have an interest in seeing a slavegirl perform for you.”
Then you sway your hips look at Marash from over your shoulder and ask, “Would you like me to dance for you?”
Marash’s soft smile turns into a grin. Then he nods and says, “Yes, absolutely.”