HOTARU
she is a flower, but she isn't soft
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
Hotaru is debating the merits of different guards and hilts when the door opens, wafting a temporary gust of cold air into the front of the shop. The pencil bouncing between her fingertips is dropped to the counter, and heterochromatic eyes flit to the doorway. Her new client - or perhaps just a visitor today? - is immediately recognizable, scattered freckles and shocking hair as familiar as the proud way the woman carries herself. Morgan's face warms beautifully as their eyes meet, and Hotaru immediately pushes back away from the counter to begin moving around it towards the Warden.
"Morgan, it's so good to see you again," she grins, far more light-hearted and familiar than is normally given to her customers. It's a surprising delight that Morgan seems keen on receiving actual services today. Much like Deimos, Hotaru is certain that the lass needs it desperately. "I have two separate areas, and you're welcome to both. In the other room we have showers and a heated mud bath with volcanic ash for you to relax in. It's very good for your skin, private and quiet." Usually the service requested by newcomers. Halovians usually need time to warm up to Hotaru before they're willing to let her place her hands on them in such an intimate way. Not that she minds that in any way, it merely gives her the opportunity to build reliable clientele. "I also have massage tables. I have scented oils, hot stones, and face masks to go alongside the actual massage. Any - or all - body parts are quite literally on the table." A flash of her charismatic grin, incisors flashing with the omnipresent wildness Hotaru holds. "Which sounds best for today?"
"Morgan, it's so good to see you again," she grins, far more light-hearted and familiar than is normally given to her customers. It's a surprising delight that Morgan seems keen on receiving actual services today. Much like Deimos, Hotaru is certain that the lass needs it desperately. "I have two separate areas, and you're welcome to both. In the other room we have showers and a heated mud bath with volcanic ash for you to relax in. It's very good for your skin, private and quiet." Usually the service requested by newcomers. Halovians usually need time to warm up to Hotaru before they're willing to let her place her hands on them in such an intimate way. Not that she minds that in any way, it merely gives her the opportunity to build reliable clientele. "I also have massage tables. I have scented oils, hot stones, and face masks to go alongside the actual massage. Any - or all - body parts are quite literally on the table." A flash of her charismatic grin, incisors flashing with the omnipresent wildness Hotaru holds. "Which sounds best for today?"
