Svetlana waited patiently for her turn at the shower stall, even going so far as to forestall her own changing until Ms. Hill was finished; there would, after all, be plenty of time to fully enjoy the other's form later, should things go to plan, and introducing an element of supreme awkwardness into the equation would do nothing to further things.<br/><br/>She was brisk, when her time came, and that was a matter of instinct; from time to time, if she really tried, really pushed herself to, she could enjoy long, lengthy hot showers as a luxury, but normally, they were simply a waste of time.  Hot water was a precious commodity for much of her life, and it was ingrained in her to forever after treat it as such.<br/><br/>Given that and the perfunctory nature of the pre-massage shower to begin with, the Russian escort was walking behind the blonde to her own massage table shortly after Jennifer had settled herself in.  A light, friendly wave and smile were given in passing to the American before she, too, was laying face down not so far away to enjoy her own massage.<br/><br/>"You must," she softly said once she'd arranged herself comfortably atop the imported leather surface, "allow me to recant my tardiness; I could show you the hotel, or perhaps treat you to supper once this has finished?"