This Sonya woman didn't answer
immediately
, though her smile remained in place. For a few quiet moments, it did not occur to me that my enthusiasm may have seemed
improper
.
My back straightened and my chin rose
higher
at the realization of that.
"You'll lie face down on the table first."
She gestured to the surface before I could say anything. I'm sure that is a better result than letting my
tongue
get me in trouble.
As it is
known
to do.
"Alright. Shall I assume that I will need to fully disrobe?"
"I can provide a towel for modesty. The full body scrub I will need access to all the areas in which dead skin can accumulate. Starting from the back of the neck and working lower, up to your level of comfort with the process."
Her calm, careful, but sure movements so far have expressed to me that she was someone who had been doing this job
for years
. I'm sure she can tell the difference between a client treating her with respect for the service she provides.
And one who would see it as more
intimate
than
intended
.
I ask some more questions and clarify what areas will be covered in this process. When told the places
typically
avoided, I fully understand as a woman.
"So that means some areas of my skin will lack the treatment..."
But part of me can't help but
push
!
"If you consider yourself informed after our discussion and still explicitly wish for the process to cover as much as possible, I am comfortable providing this service after talking with you. With your verbal consent now and throughout the process."
"Oh? If my permission is required, you have it."
Modesty is a word for those who are
not
vain. Without those
ugly
clothes and knowing better than ever exactly what I look like in Helene's form?
After a
moment
of further consideration, I slipped out of the robe entirely and began to
arrange myself
on the table. My fingers lift hair away from my neck and off of my back.
The room's particularly cool temperature after my bath made
goosebumps
rise on my exposed skin.
"I'll warm the mixture slightly before applying it, so it will not feel so shocking."
The woman swiftly
assured
me when noticing my reaction. Resting my face in the
cushioned cradle
at one end proves to be more comfortable than expected.
I hear little sounds of her working on
something
near where she stood. An interesting
snap
in particular comes before soft footfalls draw closer.
"I'm going to begin now. The scrub might feel a bit rough at first, if you've never experienced one. However, please let me know if anything is particularly uncomfortable to you."
The very first touch of her hands, coated in the
warm
mixture, was extremely gentle against the space between my shoulder blades. I note that there is a thin layer of what is certainly glove material that makes this all the more
clinical
.
Probably the sound I heard? The thought of a 'latex' substance
human doctors
use comes to mind.
She worked the
very coffee
smelling paste in small motions at the base of my neck. Gradually the pressure and the size of the
circular swipes
increased as she moved across the larger surface of my back.
The
rough granules
felt oddly satisfying as they sloughed away excess skin clinging to this body. Almost like
shedding
another layer of her past.
"Your skin is remarkably resilient. Most clients with your complexion show more damage from sun exposure in certain areas."
If only she knew that this body had
regenerative abilities
beyond normal humans.
> She could probably scrub the skin completely raw and I'd look fresh within the hour. Right? Stop that. The last thing I need is you making me drowsy with your fantasies of being nuzzled by your dream Alpha. You're really shameless, aren't you. Vrika. That's what I'll call you. It means... wolf in my language. I really think Helene would have enjoyed an experience like this, once she let her guard down. Don't you? <
Within the space crafted amid my soul, my
newly named
companion sprawled
languidly
instead of responding.
As far as I'm concerned, that's as good a
confirmation
as any.