<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/8e/f8/e0/8ef8e0f7b40e2d75e8c5b7f71960d57e.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Erica Everett (Richards)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 2 | 10 AM.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Massage table w/ a partially drawn curtain<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A carefully draped towel<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kate<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Some nakedness<hr/><br/>Massages were lovely.  It was a shame that she so rarely got to enjoy one.  Actually no, that wasn't true. She was lucky enough to have had lovers in her time who were good with their hands, but there was a weight of anticipation and need to those impromptu pampering sessions.  They were a prelude of better things to come.  It was kind of refreshing to just be able to lie there and enjoy someone working out the knots of tension from her back and shoulders without wondering where it would all lead.  Was it weird to enjoy something more because it was so very impersonal?<br/><br/>The light sound of footfalls made her head tilt, dark brown eyes fluttering open lazily.  It wasn't the masseuse.  He'd left a few minutes ago, reassuring her that she could take her time getting dressed and what not since he was done for the morning.  She'd made some soft noises of agreement and made a mental note to make at least one more appointment this week.  Another employee then? Or a guest? She didn't particularly care, at least not until she caught sight of Kate.<br/><br/>With almost anyone else she'd have carefully ignored them, going back to basking in her after glow. There was something about the young blonde which roused an almost predatory instinct in her, a hesitancy that Erica couldn't help but push against.  Lips tilted upward into a smile and she arched up off the table, letting the pristine white towel slip off onto the floor without a second thought.  "Good morning.  Have you come for a bit of rest and relaxation then?" Her tone was soft, conversational, as though they were meeting at the breakfast table and she wasn't standing there with flushed and lightly oiled skin on full display.