[Splat]

Dionysia was ever so slightly annoyed that this slig was following her again, but was not in the mood to just chase him out.
She wrapped a sheet around herself and glanced over at him. "You can open your eyes, but no looking. It'd be bad enough if we were the same species."
She'd already found a clean (if rather old) loincloth but wasn't doing well in other ways. There just weren't enough females around, though as most worker females were either genetic defects or vykker creations this wasn't unusual. "So what is it you wanted?" She asked without looking up.