Set your faith in my hands - close your eyes, let go, you'll see
Unprofessional though it may be, Hotaru lingers for a moment as Aisha begins to undress, watching all that dark skin get bared to her eyes and hers alone. Finally she turns away, confident the woman is competent enough to arrange herself as desired on the padded table. "You're quite welcome," she assures pleasantly as she opens the cabinet, sharp mind already ticking away with plans and checklists. At the preference stated, she plucks a stick of tundra honeyberry incense and sticks it in the holder by the table, using a spark of lightning between her fingers in a showy snap of brightness and sound to ignite it before blowing out the flame and setting the cherry smoking pleasantly at the tip. It's an arctic fruit, and so the most plentiful scent she has in her current collection.
With similarly scented oil in hand, Hotaru turns back to the table, and grins at seeing Aisha propped on her side on the table. "Tundra honeyberry," she clarifies, cheekily shaking the bottle at the woman as she moves closer, plucking the clothes from the floor and putting them in the cubby below to ensure they're not stepped on. "Turn onto your stomach for me love." Waiting for her command to be followed, she pops the cork from the bottle and sets it on the stand next to the bed for all her tools and tricks. "I've seen you at the Barracks before. Are you one of Deimos' soldiers?" Striking up conversation easily as she dribbles a line of oil down the line of Aisha's spine, setting it aside and using her palms to spread the oil across the entirety of her back and shoulders to coat it first before she starts rolling the heels of her palms upward from the small of her back up towards her shoulders. Long, slow motions to warm up the skin and muscles below, and an easy enough motion for both women to keep up conversation in the meantime.
With similarly scented oil in hand, Hotaru turns back to the table, and grins at seeing Aisha propped on her side on the table. "Tundra honeyberry," she clarifies, cheekily shaking the bottle at the woman as she moves closer, plucking the clothes from the floor and putting them in the cubby below to ensure they're not stepped on. "Turn onto your stomach for me love." Waiting for her command to be followed, she pops the cork from the bottle and sets it on the stand next to the bed for all her tools and tricks. "I've seen you at the Barracks before. Are you one of Deimos' soldiers?" Striking up conversation easily as she dribbles a line of oil down the line of Aisha's spine, setting it aside and using her palms to spread the oil across the entirety of her back and shoulders to coat it first before she starts rolling the heels of her palms upward from the small of her back up towards her shoulders. Long, slow motions to warm up the skin and muscles below, and an easy enough motion for both women to keep up conversation in the meantime.
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