She hadn't expected this. Not one bit.
Those hands of his, damn, those hands.
Magic.
Bliss.
Like sinking into warm honey and drifting off into some sinfully perfect heaven.
No, no—hell no—it couldn't just end like this.
"W-Wait! D-don't go!"
She shot upright, hair a little tousled, voice barely catching up to her racing heart.
"But Rae massage bad. Madame no like. So... Rae go away."
He was already halfway through the tent flap, muscles flexing, eyes dropping.
"Th-that's... that's not what I meant."
His head snapped around—fast, sharp, hopeful.
"So... madame like it dhen?"
"Ah… well…" Her voice cracked just a little. Her cheeks flared pink. "Yes… I liked it."
She bit her lip, glancing away, but it was too late.
Rae lit up like a firework, eyes wide, hopping like an overjoyed child who'd just won something very adult.
"Yesshh! Madame like me! Madame like my hands!"
