Molly returned, clicking here tongue at the sight of the injuries marring Zoey's skin and shaking her head in mild disbelief. "What the bloody hell has he been doing to you sweetie, ey?" The words were for Zoey but earned a brief glance from her master too, who was apparently paying more attention than his intricate work might admit. The amateur masseuse stopped short of suggesting that Zoey didn't let her do things like that to her and instead fell into a brief but awkward silence.<br/><br/>Her hands found their way onto Zoey. Starting low, she pushed up the girls back with her thumbs trailing her spine and the rest of each hand splayed out and pushing firmly into her skin and muscles. When they were at her shoulders Molly's fingers curled around and began to grip in such a way that her slender thumbs could knead the tension settled above Zoey's shoulders away.<br/><br/>By now Quentin's attention was readsorbed into his work, and a series of the softest clicks filled the room as he locked the various tiny cogs together. Occasionally the noise would be replaced by a near constant string of ticking noises as he turned on wheel and watched the others follow suit.<br/><br/>His mechanism - whatever it might become - was barely half finished when he let Zoey steal his attention. He placed a large cloth across the top of his work to prevent both tampering and dust and instead stalked across to Zoey, who was busy having the base of her spine kneaded, just above where everything started to hurt. He earned himself a bitter scowl from Molly for even coming over, but he dismissed it with an equally sarcastic one and knelt alongside Zoey.<br/><br/>One hand slipped into her hair and the other stroked with the back of his fingers against her cheek. He repeated the motion, his fingers occasionally sliding low enough to rub at her lips fondly before moving on. It was a motion that Zoey couldn't help but associate with how he treated her when her mouth was full of him, although apparently this time his fingers were slipping through her hair and against her skin for some other, less immediately obvious reason. Perhaps it was the same reason that Molly was sat straddling her ass with her fingers doing some amazing things?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>