"A bath?" The reminder of the feeling of Kya's slippery hands roaming all over her body elicited a shiver. "I don't think I could stand it. I need something more from you. Something, hm, more stimulating?" She showed the tips of her teeth when she smiled back at Kya. It was perfect- she didn't even know the beauty's name. It was all superficial and based on sex, and that was exactly what she needed to get her intellect off of her troubles. Relationships could be so complicated, but lust- that was instructed by instinct.<br/><br/>"I don't mind a little oil, anyway." To illustrate what she meant, she lifted up one leg and let her knee slide between Kya's warm thighs. No friction, no rasp of skin against skin, just a slippery slide inexorably up the woman's thighs, a smooth pressure climbing higher no matter if she squeezed around it. Only the warmth up inside Kya's robe stopped Ran's thigh, and with a light press, she let it slide down again. "Mm. The gardens. I like that."<br/><br/>She was behind Kya when they started to move, her hands jealously on the masseuse's hips, memorizing the circumference of them and the unique sway of her walk. It was impossible for her to walk well, drawn to the woman's backside like a magnet, courting her dark neck with hot kisses and gentle nips of her teeth. Her lips were mapping the nape of Kya's neck when she heard a familiar soft humming- a woman singing along with a song only she could hear. It was Aislin, humming the tune that was supposedly Ran's. Would it lead her right to them? A warm flush filled her cheeks and passed into Kya's skin as she realized she would almost certainly be caught. Her fingers balled at the cloth draped across the rented woman's groin, instead of sinking in as they wanted. "Um, that's my...we're together," she murmured.