<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fe/Linsung.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Scholar Qiguan Lin Sung<br/><strong>Element :</strong>Metal<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>Tea house, evening<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Shin Min-hee, open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"If you can find no other measure of diligence in Pai Sun, follow that of the humble worker. Mind and body are our tools, and a worker must care for her tools. You must take tea, to hone your senses." A scholar's gaze was leaden, anchored to tracts of information and blocking out the distractions of the archives. She followed the hands upon Min-hee with the same attention. "You must take massage, to restore your body." Something beneath the table touched her. It moved with languorous intention. Lin Sung tensed- was this the vulgar touch of a desperate entertainer, crossing the bounds of professional conduct? Or was it the flirting, uncertain touch of a stranger overcome by desire to extend a simple human touch?<br/><br/>"Oblige my humble request, and we both will work wetter for it.<em>Better." </em>There were three pairs of legs opposite hers. She could find Min-hee's with the open toes of her geta sandals, because the toned lines of her legs were wet and the thin material of a scholar's sock was no protection at all against river water. Even a touch might stain. Careful, discreet against observation, her toes drew in behind the massaged woman's calf to hold her like a dipped dance partner. The sister geta slipped off, surrendered with a barely perceptible tap, audible only to the awakened senses of a woman kneaded into bliss. But even though her terms were certain, she was not at all resolved to her actions. Lin Sung did not take such risks. Her touch was flighty, wanting to retreat.<br/><br/>"Will you refuse a room?" A generous tip awaited the woman reducing Min-hee to relaxation, since relaxation was needed for this intimate touch. She could feel through the damp fabric that Min-hee was immodest with the length of her silk, but dared venture no higher than the knee, since a creak of her chair would betray their secret. So slowly and delicately, the tips of her toes traced a firm line of skin. Inarticulate but wanting toes grasped at the gradual curve, and caressed back down along the private inner curve. "And if you'll have it, a masseuse to oil... that is, the tool of your body... never mind." Her toes discovered the hump of Min-hee's ankle, and circled. The tea house entertainer rose off the young woman's lap, and Lin Sung was forced to stop.<br/><br/>Flustered, Lin Sung searched out her abandoned geta and stood with the three of them. Always before it had been an annoyance to watch the tea house girls coming and going from the paper-walled rooms. Now that she was a part of it, there was nothing more thrilling than discovering where they would end up. Two hired entertainers led away from the front and into the halls with long shadows. Lin Sung followed.