Don't you think a girl like me should be touched?
Admittedly his remark catches her off guard, the hints of a flush appearing on her cheeks and the tips of her ears before she turns away, grateful for the call of the oils and incense. She’s not accustomed to such forthrightness, and in her loneliness it’s all too appealing, which makes it equally dangerous. Instead she takes a breath, inhaling the amalgamation of scents from the cabinet in order to steady herself before she aims a smile over her shoulder. “Well you can avoid divine judgement another day then.” Keeping a playful lilt to her tone, still pleased to have been remembered if nothing else.
He’s certainly not the first to be overwhelmed or indecisive about the available scents, but Hotaru has become quite adept at fitting personalities to appropriate - if somewhat safe - choices. Plucking a bottle from the shelf and a stick of incense, she sweeps her eyes over him as she moves back to the table, glad to see he has followed instructions to the letter. And blatantly enjoying his physique for a moment. If he recalls her as flirtatious then hopefully it will not be too much of a surprise. Hotaru keeps her tongue leashed for the moment at least, summoning lightning in a concentrated spark of noise and light to set the incense ablaze, blowing it out summarily to leave it smoking. It’s a subtle, musky floral scent, nothing too overwhelming, intended to pair well with the birch wood scented massage oil. “Birchwood and geranium,” she explains, pointing out each in turn in case he’s curious. “Go ahead and lay on your stomach, arms at your sides.” Waiting until he does so to pop the cork on the oil, pouring it into her palm to warm it up before coating his back in smooth, slow strokes.
After, she begins to probe gently at the tender area with her fingertips, tallying knots and following the muscle groups to the real perpetrators that cause the problem as a plan begins unfurling in her mind. “What actions cause it to hurt the most? Much as I’d love to have you in here regularly, maybe I can sort out the cause for you, help you with some daily stretches to do in the interim.” Hotaru certainly wouldn’t turn away his patronage, but she doesn’t want to see him continue to hurt either, he’s far too kind hearted for such manipulations.
He’s certainly not the first to be overwhelmed or indecisive about the available scents, but Hotaru has become quite adept at fitting personalities to appropriate - if somewhat safe - choices. Plucking a bottle from the shelf and a stick of incense, she sweeps her eyes over him as she moves back to the table, glad to see he has followed instructions to the letter. And blatantly enjoying his physique for a moment. If he recalls her as flirtatious then hopefully it will not be too much of a surprise. Hotaru keeps her tongue leashed for the moment at least, summoning lightning in a concentrated spark of noise and light to set the incense ablaze, blowing it out summarily to leave it smoking. It’s a subtle, musky floral scent, nothing too overwhelming, intended to pair well with the birch wood scented massage oil. “Birchwood and geranium,” she explains, pointing out each in turn in case he’s curious. “Go ahead and lay on your stomach, arms at your sides.” Waiting until he does so to pop the cork on the oil, pouring it into her palm to warm it up before coating his back in smooth, slow strokes.
After, she begins to probe gently at the tender area with her fingertips, tallying knots and following the muscle groups to the real perpetrators that cause the problem as a plan begins unfurling in her mind. “What actions cause it to hurt the most? Much as I’d love to have you in here regularly, maybe I can sort out the cause for you, help you with some daily stretches to do in the interim.” Hotaru certainly wouldn’t turn away his patronage, but she doesn’t want to see him continue to hurt either, he’s far too kind hearted for such manipulations.
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