AISHA
turn around and give you something to believe in
but you get something to prove
but you get something to prove
"As you wish," she drawled with a sharp toothed smile, and she springs right to it, unclasping the pin that holds her sheepskins around her shoulders and follows Hotaru to the table. As the other woman gathered some items, Aisha worked on down with her layers, next the long sleeve, then the final tank underneath to leave her chest bare. It was then that Hotaru turned to give her the scrunchie and the towel, Aisha smiled and took both and gave her attention to the spa owner as she spoke.
Tying her hair up in a high bun, brows pinched just slightly as she worked, "Thank you," she replied sweetly, finishing up and deciding that here was the perfect place to finish stripping. Every layer was placed on the ground by the table, but she wasn't bothered by any breezes or chills against her sunkissed skin. The spa was warm, comforting, it was impressive for Halo. The curious woman assumed that she was not in native Halovian company, she planned on inquiring further once they'd begun.
"I'm feeling something sweet, fruity," she answered, tracing a bruise on her forearm that she hadn't noticed before. To the table, Aisha lay upon it, perched on her side, watching through cat-like eyes as the flaxen haired woman collected her aromas and soothing concoctions.
Tying her hair up in a high bun, brows pinched just slightly as she worked, "Thank you," she replied sweetly, finishing up and deciding that here was the perfect place to finish stripping. Every layer was placed on the ground by the table, but she wasn't bothered by any breezes or chills against her sunkissed skin. The spa was warm, comforting, it was impressive for Halo. The curious woman assumed that she was not in native Halovian company, she planned on inquiring further once they'd begun.
"I'm feeling something sweet, fruity," she answered, tracing a bruise on her forearm that she hadn't noticed before. To the table, Aisha lay upon it, perched on her side, watching through cat-like eyes as the flaxen haired woman collected her aromas and soothing concoctions.
but honey it ain't worth it
being hurt by love
being hurt by love
