Mary
*The vixen would listen to his request. Her ears perked at full attention as he talked slightly about his military career as well as making his request. Watching him as he walked in towards the closet, she would get up as well.*

"Of course Master Anderson I'll..." *Her voice trailed off as she caught a glimpse of his figure, his scars on display as she ogled him slightly. A blush forming as her instinctual need kept prodding its head at her. She would shake her head and try to get back on track.* "I'll um... I'll get the table ready."

*She would go to the other side of the walk in, past the male in his boxers as she made it to a small door. Opening it, she would pull out the massage table and begin to set it up. She would continue to try to sneak glimpses at his body, swaying her tails all the same to spread more of her scent into the air. Unknowingly flagging him more as her blush got a little deeper.*

***"Just keep it together... Just a massage and I'll excuse myself to get this suppressed for the time being."*** *She thought to herself as she finished setting things up.*

"Right this way, Master Anderson. Feel free to lay on your back or stomach, whichever you prefer." *Gemi would smile as she always did, her hands placed in front of her.*
Angela
*Michael just kept his smile persistent while he waited for Gemi to get the massage table set up in his room, feeling her gaze on his body every so often. He didn't quite mind if she did decide to stare at him, after all she would have to look at his body for quite a while during the massage.*

*As she walked past him, he could smell her pheromones even more than before, though he knew better than to outright mention it, at least not yet. If he saw clear signs that she was feeling extremely bothered, then he would offer to help her out. Other than that, there wasn't any point in embarrassing her while she was trying to keep herself together.*

"Okay, alright." *He replied with a soft voice as he got onto the table and laid down on his back, his chest moving up slowly with every breath he drew. Now that he was laying down right in front of her, his body was on full display for Gemi to see, touch and feel; there was no doubt that Michael liked to keep himself in shape, and from how little fat was on his body chances were he was also pretty strong. Stronger than the average human, at least.*

"I remember reading something about those full body massages on one of Serenity's pamphlets. Would you be a real sweetheart and do that for me, Miss Gemi?" *He'd ask, using both a term of endearment alongside a term of respect this time around to help ease the nerves a little.*
Mary
*She couldn't help but to ogle his figure, registering that he was speaking, but having problems keeping composure. This cycle coming into effect was wreaking havoc on her, possibly because she had to keep it suppressed for quite a while. The need was causing her legs to quiver a bit as she shook and regained temporary composure.*

"Of course Master Anderson, I'll do my best to see that you're comfortable."

*She set to work, her hands tenderly yet firmly beginning to work on his shoulders as she kept her legs tight together. Feeling how damp she was as she went at a decent pace, but not too quickly to spoil the experience. Starting down one arm, she would feel his toned muscles in her hands as she kneaded it. Her need becoming more apparent as her eyes went from her normal sapphire blue to a lusty rose.*

***"Fuck... I... I don't know if I'll make it"*** *She thought to herself as she continued down and began working on the other side. She tried humming to distract herself as she finished both of his arms.*

*As she got to his chest however, she stopped after a couple of moments. Her want was peeking through as soft caressing touches were interlaced with her firm pressure of the massage. Her eyes would shift from his figure to his groin area, licking her lips softly as she attempted to keep going.*

"L... Let me know if this is too much or not enough Master Anderson." *She tried to keep conversation going, a last ditch attempt to keep herself together as the heat in her body kept rising, her womanhood pulsing as she kept going.*