Scene: Pre-2183, Aria's private apartment in Omega.
Nyreen has been with her fair share of turian sisters, human women here and there, and once, a quarian on her Pilgrimage who wanted to recreate That Scene from Fleet & Flotilla for novelty's sake. Asari were a given too—but no one like Aria. None of them had her deep violet skin that looks indigo under the right light or the faint smattering of freckles sprinkled across her head crest or those cold blue eyes and the dark mark bisecting her bottom lip that begs to be sucked on and nipped at—
"I'm starting to think I'm wasting my time here."
Nyreen blinks and shakes her head. "I was thinking."
"Didn't I teach you how to multi-task?" Aria asks, smirking.
She says nothing and peels off her under-armor, mindful of being watched by the asari on the bed who reclines on her stomach, back arched and head turned like a painter's nude. Aria's foot kicks up to playfully sway in the air as she waits. Her little toes at the end are curled. The entire composition from head-to-toe looks like one of those old human paintings she's seen, where the human woman stares out from the frame, beckoning the viewer to come forward for a closer inspection (but whether to look or touch, Nyreen doesn't know.)
"You're doing it again."
Nyreen climbs onto the bed at last, ducking her head. "Sorry."
"As punishment for making me wait so long, I come first tonight."
Nyreen gives a soft, amused noise as she traces the curve of Aria's hip with the tip of her talons, arcing over her ass to rub small circles on the inside of her thigh. The other woman sighs and closes her eyes. Does this make her the painter or the viewer? "You always do."
Perhaps both.