Ashya was lost in very happy contemplation of the sexy Tranquil when Thais walked up to him. She found herself frowning, unhappy at the woman's approach. Quite simply, she recognised see the look in Thais's eyes that was mirrored in her own, but unfortunately Thais wasn't a fifteen year old who was more likely to watch and pine away in silence. Everyone knew her morals were about as loose as a whore's bodice.
She remained watching however, until Thais had the nerve and lack of decency to start washing the man herself. Ashya's jaw dropped open in shock. That couldn't be considered proper in any scenario. She crushed the small part of her that wished she'd thought of it first - no, I'm not like that! - and found herself stalking forward, not sure what she was going to say, but unable to stand still.
She stopped when Bethen interrupted, having been so busy watching the pair that she hadn't noticed her in the vicinity. Folding her arms across her chest sternly, she remained a few paces off, watching the altercation, ready to jump in if necessary, glaring at Thais in evident disapproval.