Robin doesn't even hesitate for a second; as soon as Tzahala calls out, the corner-girl drops down onto her ass on the floor and makes sure to aim and catch each and every drop. A few short moments later, and Tzahala has her "trophy," in glorious high-definition... and Robin is licking her lips clean. With a grin, the corner-girl leans in and gives the Israeli woman a quick kiss on the cheek with those bright, glistening lips... and then she's back up on her feet, heading over to pull a wrapped sani-wipe from her purse.<br/><br/>"You know, I think I'm going to enjoy our little 'contract.'" All the teasing is gone from Robin's voice and smile now, leaving a genuine, happy haze in its place. Gingerly, the tattooed woman settles down in a reclining position on the couch opposite Tzahala, holding onto the cloth without starting to clean herself just yet. "I love watching a client hit a nice, high peak... and you might be one of the highest I've seen in Little Havana..."<br/><br/>With a chuckle, the woman starts to clean off the flame-clad surface of her arm, looking up to the clock and the elevator before turning her attention back to her host.<br/><br/>"Did you want me to give you some space when Liza arrives? Knowing her, she'll probably be here in five minutes or so..."