Lorelei's Quarters

Boobs. Hips. T'Pren definitely couldn't have that part of Lorelei's ample assets without surgery. She was slender and waifish, built more like a Vulcan in everything but height. She bit her bottom lip as she studied herself in the mirror, trying to wrap her mind around the idea that she might one day possess the kind of confidence that made the Risan light up a room.

Her cheeks were burning again, but she didn't even flinch at Lorelei's touch. She didn't respond to the compliment verbally, caught between wanting to deny her beauty and not wanting to seem ungrateful.

Finally, glancing back at Lorelei, she wondered, "Could you help me find a dress? The kind that gets people's attention."

"Do you want attention?" Lorelei asked earnestly.

Excellent question. T'Pren flushed again and shifted uncomfortably, turning back to look at herself in the mirror. After careful consideration, she admitted, "I want a certain person's attention."

"Sure, I'd love to help," Lorelei smiled.

T'Pren positively beamed at Lorelei's answer, forgetting to blush for the moment in her gratitude and delight. "Thank you!" She just about turned to hug the other woman before she realized that it would be weird for both of them.

"Is there anything I can do for you in return?" the lieutenant wondered earnestly. "You're doing so much for me already and we've only just met."

"Don't be silly," Lorelei shrugged her off, weaving around her and bending over to rummage for shoes in her wardrobe. "It's what friends are for."

The smile that bloomed even more brightly across T'Pren's pale face took away the last of her blush and left her pleased and comfortable.

"If we're friends," she decided, "I'd like it if you called me Pren."