Umbre followed Adrian's instructions to the letter, sitting in front of him. She almost immediately smelled his concoction, the alluring aroma giving her cause to lean over and study what he was cooking. She thought it might be food, at first (what else could he be cooking?), but when he scooped up the oily substance in his hands, she knew she was mistaken.<br/><br/>She recoiled, an instinctive flinch from the sudden heat of the oil, but the moment he started massaging her, she was entranced. The smell, the oil, his touch, all began to blend together, and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations. A soft moan escaped her lips as his fingertips brushed against her sensitive areas. Even his words were soothing her, that kindness... damn what Valeria said, this was enjoyable, it was pleasurable! It was making the best of her situation. And she liked this side of him! Valeria had no right to judge her. It was her choice, damn it.<br/><br/>She gasped as Adrian took hold of her breasts, kneading the oil into her skin. "Sir..." she said, hesitating, shuddering. That sir just came out on its own.... Her breathing quickened, her heart pounded. It felt good, but... it was almost like she could feel Valeria's eyes burning into the back of her head, almost like Valeria was shouting "This is wrong!" at her from over her shoulder.<br/><br/>The entire time, Valeria had splayed out face-down on the grass, her leaves spread wide to soak up as much sunlight as she could to rejuvenate herself. Her head was turned, watching Adrian give her sister a massage. She wanted to complain, but she was too tired too. Once Adrian took hold of Umbre's breasts, though, and gave her this sickening look, she growled at him. Her fears about his training methods were justified... and Umbre was just tolerating it. No wonder she took his side... nothing she could do about that now, though. She needed to rest, and hopefully get enough energy to resist when he undoubtedly came to massage her.