"Mmmm." the soft, thoughtful sound purred from Saeko's lips, as her hands wove - Her slim fingers finding the right places to touch, to knead, to wring. Every motion was carefully measured, her brow furrowing in concentration...Putting the pieces together in her mind, a kind of meditative awareness that guided each motion~! "-You are too kind, my Lord," she murmured...Even as her nimble touch worked it's spell~!<br/><br/>"-The best reasons, to my mind, are the ones that others will<em>want</em>to believe; when a lie is so much more interesting, the listener will fight to close their ears to the truth."<br/><br/>She touched a slim fingers to her chin, working out the complex calculus - Not *too* scandalous. Nothing that would bring shame - And nothing that would cast doubt on her.<br/><br/>"Perhaps a mother's protectiveness..." she mused aloud - slim fingers forming into two-fingered fists, drumming lightly against her Lord's back. "-One of your sons has an important engagement ahead of him. It would not do for him to be distracted...To, say, a masseuse - however comely or skilled, whom he might develop pangs of affection for..." she let her voice trail off, her words lingering - Her slim shoulders lifting in a little shrug, that threatened to free them from the silken fabric of her kimono...<br/><br/>"It has all the elements of an interesting, but not fantastic tale - what is unsaid will tell the rest of the tale, my Lord. Pragmatism - the suggestion of romance - a parent's concern...And the Clan, of course. Clan above all." Saeko turned her attention back to her massage - "Or, simpler still...A young woman's passing fancy - enamored of one of my Lord's sons...Enough that some time away would allow her plenty of time to contemplate her place."<br/><br/>"...Would this one's humble suggestion serve my Lord's needs?"<br/>