Don't you think a girl like me should be touched?
For once the masseuse is not at the reception desk. Instead she is in the mud room, hair tied in a messy top knot and stripped down to shorts and a tank top as she cycles in new ash. The heated room is far too oppressive for any heavier outerwear, so when the masculine voice calls from the entry she is taken rather by surprise, unprepared. All the same she has never cared about showing more skin than most Halovians are accustomed to, and so she strides out from the back room, eyes casting about for her patron.
The vague familiarity of the voice clicks when her heterochromatic gaze lands on Noah, pleasant surprise suffusing her fair features. Smiling, Hotaru closes the space between the, gesturing at the coat hanger by the door when she spies the garment in his hands. “Noah! What a surprise, welcome in. Are you looking for something specific today or just exploring what I offer?” Refraining from winking if only out of a desire for professionalism.
The vague familiarity of the voice clicks when her heterochromatic gaze lands on Noah, pleasant surprise suffusing her fair features. Smiling, Hotaru closes the space between the, gesturing at the coat hanger by the door when she spies the garment in his hands. “Noah! What a surprise, welcome in. Are you looking for something specific today or just exploring what I offer?” Refraining from winking if only out of a desire for professionalism.
HOTARU
