<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d2/Amelie.jpg/424px-Amelie.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name: </strong>Amelie<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>September 12 (4:45 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Massage Parlor: Cuddle Club<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Selena, Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>A squeak slips from Amelie and she arches into the soft feathers stroking along her back. Selena realizing her own clothing could be stained draws a giggle from her as she snuggles in against the table. Hands, slick and soft sliding across her back have her wiggling and twisting with each touch. Hands clutch at the table as Selena begins applying the oil wholesale, her skin glistening with the oil's sheen even as the fluid seems to highlight a faint silver circuit like design that runs along her whole body.<br/><br/>THe fingers digging into her back would have her twisting and mewling, whines and small moans filling the air as Selena's fingers work at the knots and tense muscles of her back. "Must be... nice for things not to stick. Hair too? Bet that's so useful for getting concrete dust out." The mention of hair standing on end has Amelie giggling, a faint<em>thrum</em>filling the air as her hair spikes outwards in random directions. Her form presses up ever so briefly off the table as she floats slightly, the silver tracings almost crackling under the sheen of the oil. "Standing hair's kinda common with me!" Her head tilts briefly as she drifts back down to the table and the<em>thrum</em>around her fades. "Most electric types too now that I think of it." Her head does bounce in a quick nod. "Sure! Wouldn't be fair not to return the favour. And if your wings need it I'd like to oil them up for you!"<br/><br/><br/><br/>