"Hmm. Being able to pamper people is certainly a talent with... easily recognized uses." With a smile, the older woman retrieves her glass and takes a slow, delicate sip. Though of course, her eyes never leave Tzahala's, and that coy little grin continues to do a dance upon her lips. From the Israeli woman's vantage point, it's nearly impossible to tell if the older woman is just teasing her... or if those spinning wheels are leading towards some sort of plan.<br/><br/>Of course, there's nothing hidden or subtextual about the appreciative laugh the corner-girl lets out at Tzahala's shameless adulation of her rump.<br/><br/>"And aren't you just quite the cheeky one. Well, you know what they say, Girly... flattery will get you everywhere."<br/><br/>With a smirk, the older woman rises from her reclined position to sit straight up, letting her perfectly rounded breasts break the surface of the bathwater like twin submarines before waving a hand behind her.<br/><br/>"Right now, though, I'll play the part of the spoiled, pampered guest... why don't you climb on in here and help Mama work the knots out of her muscles? I bet a girl with as much of a knack for pampering as you have probably gives a killer massage. Especially when she has a full body to work with."