If it was no fun then what was the point?
Sera chewed on her lower lip, biting it raw in her nervousness and wincing at the taste of blood on her tongue. Maako was her guest. Sera looked back over at him and quickly looked away, the sun was casting enough light into the room by now that she could study him better. The night before it had been dark.
"I..." She started, reaching and taking two of his hands, looking up at him and blinking, frowning when she noticed he'd hunched. A moment before she turned to talk to him but... It was coincidence that he'd gone in for a kiss on the cheek, their lips caught and Sera blinked at him for a moment before she licked her lips. "Wait," She said, voice soft, shuffling to the window.
The tavern was smallish. A little yard outside her personal bedroom window. It was two buildings, her own personal home a tiny two roomed area in the back where they were now. A bedroom, a kitchen, a small table. Nothing extravagant. Perhaps the most extravagant thing in her home was her bed and cooking wear.
"Come with me to the light," She insisted, moving him towards the window, which she tugged at the curtains a little and put him in the light better. Sera had calmed a little, though her body still tingled and throbbed, heat was still pooled in her belly and she hadn't buttoned up her nightgown yet. It was with curiosity ( and perhaps just a small amount of desire ) that she studied Maako.
Hesitantly she pulled the blanket away, resting her hands on his hips while she studied his extra arms.
Her finger trailed down the middle of his torso.
Stared at it. Hadn't noticed it before. "How..." She looked at his lips, "How many mouths do you have?"