Interesting.
The building, like the transport, was a simple square structure, so plain it looked like it had only been constructed in the last month.
That was her initial thought until she looked more closely.
Small, minuscule marks showed wear. On the foundation, she noticed how the natural ground had build-up around the bottom. Little things as she got closer that showed the aging.
The structure had been there quite a while. The architectural lines made it look new, she supposed. Very different from the architecture of the Terran Empire. Where the Rhimodians were simple and plain, Terran design was ornate and detailed.
The meshing of the two would prove very interesting after the peace treaty was established.
Bianca knew enough members of high society who would be very interested in having Rhimodian designed pieces in their home. If only to be the first.
It amused her because looking at this, she doubted they had a lot of design beyond the practical in their construction.
The Rhimodian went inside. As he did, she received an eye-full. The clothing he wore seemed to almost disappear into his skin, showing exactly how tight the outfit had been.
Oh my,she thought to herself.
She could see every line of him—muscle contours, spine outline. Ports marked his back in spots, two on the shoulders, one on the spine, where the fabric seemed to enter. Interesting to see.
But not nearly as much as his ass.
And Bianca absolutely stared at that ass. Because one had to admire perfection.
The Rhimodian looked over his shoulder. “Enter.”
She nodded, realizing she had no choice but to follow the naked Rhimodian into the chamber. As soon as she stepped inside, a cleansing sonic blast hit her.
She stood straighter.
“An unexpected step,” she said as the sonic waves ran over her. She wondered if he assumed she would remove her clothing as well.
Because that was not happening.
She looked behind her. The Rhimodians who were pushing the luggage had not entered just yet. Were they going to get naked too?
At least I’m here, learning the customs, so I can prepare the girls.
She put her hand on the clasp at her throat.
Maybe she should remove the outer layer?
The sonics ran over her, and it would be done with the cycle in a moment.
She should--
The Rhimodian glanced back again. “Do Terrans not use sonic showers?” his gaze ran over her, not disapproving, but not approving either.
Well, it was too late now.
“We do. I just was surprised,” she said as she raised her arms so the waves could get all of her. “We typically bathe with water, except in space.”
“We use sonics on all entrance points for efficiency.”
She made a note. He very much seemed interested in what was efficient. If it was a species trait, knowing that may help Caoimhe in the negotiations.
The sonics ran through the cycle, the soft pulses stripping away any grime and dirt. She inhaled a few slow breaths, and even her breathing felt less reactionary than it had outside.
