Ginny was as nervous as any girl would be when faced with an unknown customer. Especially when they did not behave like one she was used too. Instead of going down to business the man wanted to have her sit next to him, like equals. She was not even sure she was allowed to sit on the couch when not performing any sexual tasks. Not precisely knowing how to decide, she choose to sit down and stroke his inner thigh. If miss Alaigna would make a point of it, she could always say she tried to initiate sex..<br/><br/>Those thoughts were very quickly set aside when the fog-man began to speak again. There was also this strange smell emanating from him, something sweet and lucious, something she could only place from a dream. Her mind went foggy as well, and her last clear thought was how ironic it all seemed. She heard his voice, it was deep and had a hint of humanoid to it, but still distinguishable robotic. It was not harsh or dislikeable in any way. It almost even felt as if she had heard the voice in her mind since she was born, as it felt so familiar. Then she felt it, a hand softly and massaging her knee, warm and kind and incredibly pleasant. Her first reaction was a gasp off course, but even the moment of unease upon discovering there was nothing there and that the fogman had not had his hands close to her body was shaken off quickly.<br/><span style="color: DimGray"><br/>
"What's your name, girl?"</span>Ginny felt a warm hand embrace her knee, massaging it lazily.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red"> "G-Ginny, sir."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: DimGray"> "You have a musical name Ginny. Just relax and watch..."</span>She leaned into his shoulder and began to coo softly, spreading her legs to invite the welcome sensation as she felt more and more aroused by what was happening to her.<br/><br/>His fingers traced ever so softly over her inner thighs, and she ached for more with each movement closer to her slightly parted labia. Pearls of glistening honey dew betrayed how much the young courtesan was wanting his treatment. She even bucked her hips in a slow and almost tantalizing, involuntary rhythm, gasping with each inch he neared her exposed parts underneath her red lacey dress.<br/><br/>''T-this feels so good...'' The young girl whispered, hoping the man would not have heard it, as it went against the rules the young servants were meant to abide by.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>