<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Randgrior_mug.png)</div>A shock of red hair came up from the massage table when she heard the noise. It was a thump, but not the good kind of thump you tended to hear in a place like this. Her oiled body tensed under the soft fingers of a young masseuse, and she felt those heavenly digits retreat in irritation, leaving cooling blanches in the rosy skin of her nude back. The oil followed her curving slope as she lifted up, not bothering to cover her breasts. "What was that?"<br/><br/>"I'm sure it's nothing," the masseuse said. "You're safe here. Go ahead and relax."<br/><br/>The feel of a woman's touch could work wonders to strip away all her wits. "I should go and check on them," Randgrior said, even as she eased her front back down onto the table. The masseuse's fingers gathered up the oil that had pooled at the small of her back, and worked it up the flesh with a long, reaching, two-handed stroke. Those fingers were getting bolder all the time, but leaving no part of her neglected. Randgrior gave cues easily, rewarding the woman's touch with seething moans and shuddered intake of breath. She was more than ready.<br/><br/>It wasn't very dignified, paying a woman to touch her. But her body was sore from her stint in shackles, and she ached for this. She let the masseuse know, with not-so-innocent brushes of her oiled limbs, what was expected of her. How it would happen was a mystery that made her whole form tingle, from her nimble magician's fingers down to the curl of her toes, but she knew she would be leaving the table very satisfied. She knew it right until the second thump found her rising off the table in a hurry.<br/><br/>"You're incredible," Ran sighed as she shrugged a silk robe over her glistening form, and drew the sash more or less closed. "But if one of them dies, I'm going to be in trouble." When she pressed her lips to the masseuse's mouth, her arms closed around the lovely woman, knowing that it was against policy to kiss a prostitute, but simply not caring. The short length of the robe fluttered from her hips as she fled, the ribbon sash streamed through her naked thighs. It was only slightly less than what she normally wore.