<strong>Kat's Room</strong><br/><br/>Kat smiled as he came up behind her. With her hand on her doorknob she turned her head and offered him her first smile since they'd left the ballroom, the first look since she'd simply expected him to follow her, "My dear Mr. Tarik, that is what the Masquerade is for...to fulfill those dreams in our power to fulfill."<br/><br/>Opening her door she led him into a room that was large and full of light. Large windows would let in much of the sun during the day, while recessed lighting kept it well lit, but soft looking, in the night. She hadn't bothered drawing the shades that were actually recessed in the tops of the windows themselves, preferring to let the city's lights shine in like thousands of grounded stars, "Welcome to my parlor..." she said with a soft chuckle as she closed the door behind him.<br/><br/>From one of the closets she pulled out her own massage table and a bottle of unscented oil that she kept for when her own clients wished her to massage<em>them</em>. It would be unique having a client massage her. Flashing a soft smile at Tarik he finally got the answers to questions he hadn't asked when she removed her mask and laid it gently on a table beside her bed, and pulled her dress over her head, revealing nothing but soft skin underneath. There was no shame in her movements, no hesitation, just a sure confidence in herself and her skills. This was a woman who had never been ashamed of her body and had no intention of ever become so.<br/><br/>With a smile still on her lips she slipped up onto the table and stretched out on her stomach, "Feel free to begin whenever you feel comfortable doing so Mr. Tarik."