The corner-girl gives Tzahala a coy, playful smile... but she wastes no time peeling her bikini bottom down her thighs, exposing a tight, trimmed bush and a tattoo of a koi-fish just below her waist. Moments later, the X-shaped halter joins the rest of her clothing on the floor, and Tzahala finds herself eye-to-nipple with Robin's small, well-formed breasts.<br/><br/>"Naked is certainly easy to accomplish, Miss T..." With a smirk, the younger woman walks over and plops herself down in Tzahala's lap, and slowly begins to trace a line down the woman's chest with her "burning" hand, starting at the base of her throat and traveling right through the valley of the Israeli woman's breasts before stopping just above her navel. And all the while, the fingertip against Tzahala's flesh grows warmer, and warmer, until it's as hot as perfectly-poured bathwater. "Hmm... is that good, or do you want it warmer?"<br/>