Nerys' eyes wandered about Jason's body. Perhaps, she'd always been a bit too hasty about discounting the male form. Well, when she was one, she wasn't really interested in them, but right just now... Jason had a body full of muscles which flexed and moved fairly gracefully. Hm, perhaps she liked watching a bit more than she thought, or maybe it didn't matter so much what she was watching as liking the view? Whatever the case, her begging resulted in his movements, though not without a distraction in the meantime. The distraction she spoke of, the man grabbing her rear after being bent over the tub turning off the water. Well, he did say he liked both tits and asses. This was accompanied by a firm slap of her rear, "Woo, tehetehetehe!♥~" Oh, she giggled in response to that lightly stinging sensation. Well, it wasn't really pain... "Oh? Promise?!♥~" Nerys seemed a bit excited, yeah, being a woman had given her a strange amount of interest in current events. No matter, this interest seemed more helpful than harmful.
Whenever he settled into the tub properly, she'd slip in front of him, the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest as her well oiled fingers slipped over his muscles. She teased him this way as she familiarized herself with all of his person. Specifically though, no motion she took was outright sexual, instead she simply explored the entirety of his body enjoying the contrast of his hardness against her softness. Any knots or tensions found would be worked out through those fingers. Her whole body became a tool for this purpose as her fingertips would slide casually along a body which became more oiled with more contact. The lack of friction would do its job to further relax the situation. True pleasure today would be the joy taken from moments that weren't directly sexual, though the build up would be quite enticing. "Hm? So Captain, how about being a bit spoiled today? This sort of treatment was my favorite before... I always had a girl barber for exactly this reason~" she asked the man her idea evolving a bit in the moment. One of those bottles at the tub side was developed like a dry shampoo, but it was full of essential oils and would provide cleansing and a nice feeling rub down. She imagined during his time on this boat he'd not really gotten the amount of personal care someone should. As a spoiled kid, she'd gotten all of this, and there was nothing she'd enjoyed more in her formative sexual years than a woman with large breasts rubbing all over her. Especially the relaxation of a scalp massage during hair washing.