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[Chione]

Another masseuse! Obviously not as good as Chione, since she had six arms and was of divine blood (or so the stories say), but another masseuse nonetheless. She was a bit glad they didn't work in the same place; while she enjoyed some competition, she also despised it when it wasn't another Eypharian. They became annoyances at that point, a fly buzzing around her head.

She slipped an index finger into the scarf around her hair, pulling a lock out of it carefully. Her hair was a fragile thing at times, and the humidity that caused her to sweat didn't help at all. She sighed after feeling the loose curl, high hands reaching up to unwrap the scarf and freeing her hair. Those same hands ruffled the black hair and her fingers combed it into place while one of her mid hands tied the scarf around the other mid hand's wrist.

Rayala's mannerisms and her accent were interesting. The normally choppy sounds of Common were softened by her tongue, but she thought she sensed a cunning underneath her words.

"You are... scared? No, no. That is not word. Ah! You are awake, too much. Alert! That is the word. You are alert, too tight. What if I give you massage, mostly free, but you pay in information? You relax, tight leaves, I learn. City, people, politics. I massage long, better information. You can afford, yes? Only information?" she asked, her hands subconsciously moding something akin to secrets. It could be interpreted as anything, however.

High Arumenic | Common

[Rayala]

Rayala watched as Chione took her hair down, her gaze curious as she watched her hands at work. It was something...strange, really, to see someone with so many arms use them so easily. Though if someone was born with them, it made sense to be able to use them without another thought. "Are there other people like ya?," she asked suddenly, looking over her arms and hair before back to her face. After a moment of thought, she gave what could be an apologetic smile, "Don't mean to sound rude, but I've not gotten out much. You have nice hair." Of course the last bit was more than a little random, but it was equally true and might help lessen any strange look she could get for her question. Usually people didn't like it when asked if there were others like them, like they were some oddity. But, in her defense, she was an oddity to Raya who never traveled far before. She had been listening to Chione's words with a neutral expression, until she mentioned trading information. At the mention, of that, her eyes lit up in interest. There was no way for her to know that her strange hand movements meant anything yet she couldn't shake the thought that secrets were an integral part of her. While she usually traded them for mizas or favors depending on the words to be spoken, trading in service was not something she could shy away from. Besides, this was more about information than an actual secret. After some moments, she nodded, giving a faint smile. "I can do that, but I only know so much," she warned, since it was true. She was still digging around for information herself. Rayala turned around, shifting so that she was kneeling, before reaching back to move her hair over her shoulder. The movement of her hair would reveal an ornate 'M' tattoo on the back of her neck. "Info first or else?," she asked, looking over her shoulder to the woman curiously.