Timestamp: Summer 59, 509 AV The long black fabric of Holly's dress dripped down her pale skin, and pooled around her feet at the floor. The cotton clung to her flesh, accentuating each and every one of her features as she moved slowly across the room, walking mainly on the tips of her toes, so as not to make any noise. The scent of several vanilla candles trickled up and into her nostrils, and the Vantha drank them up hungrily as she buzzed around the room, collecting all sorts of oils and lotions, and pooling them on the small shelf beneath the table she used for each and every one of her clients; and students. "Just be sure to pull off your shirt, and lie down in a position that you find relaxing," Holly instructed, her voice soft, rolling off her tongue like water over rock. "Perhaps on your stomach with your head tilted to one side, arms held against your side, or perhaps, folded under your head for support." As she buzzed around the room, she grabbed the last of her things, before lightly pressing the palm of her right hand into the Vantha's back. "Just lie down and let yourself relax... we cannot begin until then," she finished, with a discreet glance down at her dress, how it was cut in a V that dangled dangerously low between her breasts. Not enough to expose them, or her mark of course, but just enough to show off, and perhaps give her an added tip from some of the men. As soon as the Vantha had taken his shirt off, Holly glided over to his right side, and stood over him. "Are you ready now? Good and comfortable?" she asked, before finding it somewhat silly. If he was comfortable, he would not be here for a massage to wash away his stress; his pain, now would he? As soon as he had signaled to her that he was ready, Holly lifted her palms into the center of the man's back, just below his neck, rather slowly. "And this is how we begin," she said, as she lightly pressed her palms into his flesh, letting it fan out between her fingertips; to rise like tiny hills and mountains. Growing and sinking like the waves of the sea depending on the placement of her body, and how heavily she tilted herself into him. How heavily she leaned into his welcoming flesh; how much she let herself dive into her work. OOCJust in case it is not obvious, the NPC is Holly Whitevine. You are free to be the one who Holly is massaging... or you may enter the thread in a matter of your choosing, it makes no difference to me really... |