Askaree Bint Bahar
It is a purposely leisurely cadence with which Askaree perpetrates her departure, for she makes haste for no one... let alone the lackluster, washed-out nightguard attempting to hurriedly shoo her from the spa as if she were some hapless vagabond. The fact that she was, indeed, such an individual was neither here nor there. And so it is with an easy, audacious flare that the young Egyptian takes her leave, the seductive quirk of a single, perfectly-manicured brow all that is afforded to the blonde nymph as reparation for an offer that, Askaree is certain, bears the weight of far more innuendo than might first have been apparent. As bad as a man, indeed...
The barest moment of silent contemplation is proffered to the notion of what might become of the remainder of her evening. She is quite unopposed to the concept of a one-night stand; in fact, such situations comprised the vast majority of the vibrant woman's sexual encounters heretofore and she was unfettered by the heft of any other preference. Monogamy was a fool's errand, a pipe dream of the desparately lonely and love-afflcited, for whoever would have denied themselves the glory of the world's many pleasures in favor of only one? Not Askaree, that much was undeniably certain. Rapaciously did she approach her sexual endeavors just as she approached any other, and any such encounter destined to transpire this eve would prove just another notch in a rapidly-dwindling bed post.
Askaree eyes the offered helmet with a decidedly impish glare, chocolate eyes ablaze with sentiments left (for the moment, anyway) in the realm of the unsaid, cushioned lips drawing into a markedly devilish sneer before she plucks the gear from the hands of her would-be chauffeur. A hearty chuckle rattles about within the farthest recesses of the wretch's throat before she throws a long, slender leg over the bucking hunk of twisted metal below her. "I'm not one to turn down fun," she quips before leaning in ever so slowly, slender digits curling into the belt loops of her compatriot's jeans and sliding herself flush with the blonde's back in a movement that is at once innocent and provocative, her damp clothing sullying that of her hostess. Askaree leans in then, a purring whisper heralding her next words unto the little minx's ears. "But... I might get you wet."