At his offer she gave a soft laugh, the gentle sound not mocking but warm and inviting, like velvet made into sound. Leaning forward her eyes sparkled with mirth and challenge, "I don't know Mr. Tarik, our masseurs are<em>very</em>good. You're going to have to pull out some serious stops to match them."<br/><br/>She was teasing him and it was obvious. She hadn't said no and had implied a yes, reaching out she traced the back of one of his hands with the tip of her nail, "Apology accepted. Follow me and I'll let you try."<br/><br/>Rising from her seat she let that fingertip trail up his arm and off his shoulder, her stride starting out toward the the doors of the ballroom, clearly leaving. She didn't look back to see if he was following. If he didn't it would be his loss and she'd simply take a short break and return. If he did, she'd guide him to her room. The choice was his and as she walked she let her heels make her hips roll, ass rocking in subtle invitation to him to follow like she'd told him to.<br/><br/><---Kat's Room