<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>Once again, Torven marvelled at how limber and flexible she was.  To be lying face down and still watching that closely, he knew he'd be getting a seriously sore neck.  Of course, he mused, as his hands moved back to her shoulders, he'd not been trained as a dancer.  Smiling down, Torven dribbled a little more oil on her back.  This time, he just worked it into her skin with the palms of his hands.