"They were rather restrictive garments, designed to slim one's figure. I've been told they were rather uncomfortable. I suspect they were motivated by attempts to signal that one was wealthy enough that they didn't need to be physically unencumbered to manage a household."

"That's weird as fuck."

"Quite."

"The criminal underworld wasn't so bad, but I often had to pick between company that had less restrictive modesty norms and company that enjoyed music and the finer things in life."

Moira smiles at Peka.

"I really do prefer it when I can have both at once."

"Is that my cue to get in the hot tub?"

"If you'd like. I think I'll change into something I'm comfortable with first."

"Suit yourself." Peka pulls her shirt off.

Moira chuckles and does her best not to blush.

This was a terrible idea last time but last time it didn't come with a fancy illegal dinner. Peka gets the rest of the way out of her clothes and slides into the hot tub.

"Ooooooh."

Moira joins with a swimsuit and a cover-up dress, some of which clings to her when she enters the water. She turns the water jets on briefly as she does so but then seems to decide against them.

"Mmmmm."

"It's nice. We only usually have hot water at all at home."

"Unfortunate - hopefully Amalien tech can make hot water ubiquitous here. The flashier pieces of technology get a lot more attention, but there's a lot of impact to be had in making things that are already available cheaper and more reliable."

She looks out at the city and the night sky, stars obscured by the light. 

"I do like the lighting advances that have been made other places. On Federation worlds just as busy as this one you can still make out the stars, I've been told."

"Oh, I mean, we're all hooked up for it, but sometimes it breaks and we don't have great redundancy. Are stars much better in person than in photos?"

"Hmmm..."

Moira looks up at the sky - the stars have transformed from their paltry few to myriad brilliant shining lights, better than one could find even before light pollution on Amenta. Nebula and nearby planets and distant stars are spread out across the sky.

"Oh..."

Moira was right about this resulting in a lovely image. She's silent for a moment, enjoying the view.

"You do make the nicest expressions, dear."

"Thank you."

Moira is content to enjoy the hot tub for however long Peka is interested in staying, she has nothing urgent to attend to.

It's so relaaaaaaxing. She was sort of expecting that at some point Moira was planning to make a move on her but that doesn't seem to be happening? That is also okay.

Peka might catch Moira occasionally glancing at her like she really would like to make a move on her, but nothing comes of those glances.

Maybe she moves slow. Or it's not spring in space. Or something.

"If I fall asleep in here I'll probably drown," she sighs.

That... is probably not meant to be as scary of a possibility as Peka intended - Moira is right nearby, after all. 

"Would be a rather unfortunate way to end this evening, without more evenings to look forward to in the future."

"I suppose I'll have my driver Cohah bring us to your truck - though I would really prefer it to be more plausible for me to accompany you home."

"Unfortunately even if you did your hair same way you did mine people would notice they don't recognize you."

"I could do my face to look like someone they recognize, but it sounds rather risky."

Cohah picks them up soon after - he'd been parked near Peka's truck so he could keep an eye on it for her. 

"You know, I actually hadn't planned to get distracted by hot tubbing and music tonight, but I'm quite happy I did."

"Oh, what were your plans?"

"Hopefully get you comfortable with talking to me about what Amaliens can do for reds - you were rather close mouthed when we first met."

"I suspect I may have overshot." Moira says, smiling at Peka.