...more excitement than disgust.
“It’s not a mating ritual,” replied Harmony as she wiped her sister’s drool from her lips. “Just a little fun.” Melody jumped in her seat as her sister’s hand pressed against her crotch and gave her mound a quick squeeze through the thin outfit. Harmony giggled playfully as Melody looked away blushing. “Don’t worry, so always gets like this before a performance.”
“You’d better hurry, I’ve got another three acts to audition before reporting back to Aria, including hanar jugglers which should be fun, and she doesn’t like waiting.” Taking a step closer the turian bent closer to Harmony’s ear. “And I agree with your sister, keep the comments about Aria to yourself. She can be a little sensitive about her appearance now she’s approaching her matriarch stage.”
Moving away Flin raised a hand to gesture the girls up the stairway watching them closely as they walked passed him and made their way to the upper level of the club. Even though the view of the sisters rears was an enticing sight, especially as Harmony reached over to pull her sister’s costume up even tighter between her buttocks, Flin had learnt through long experience to watch their hands instead of their hips. Much to Harmony’s chagrin when he didn’t even react to her sister’s embarrassed squeal.