Robin nods and lets her fingers trace a line right back up the Israeli woman's belly, stopping just below the curves of her breasts and pressing the whole surface of her flame-covered palm against the smooth, bronze flesh.<br/><br/>"Alright... Starting from medium heat, where we were..." With a grin, the corner-girl begins to turn up the heat, notch by notch... and with every notch, she slides her hand further up, until the Israeli woman's right breast is completely enveloped by sauna-like heat. After a moment, Tzahala realizes that the corner-girl's fingers are beginning to knead and massage the soft mound of her breast, sending wave after wave of heat emanating right through the center of her chest. "And that's maximum... Good, bad? Needs more, needs less?"<br/><br/>Judging by the curiosity glimmering in her eyes, Robin seems to be torn between a desire to tease and a legitimate desire to learn more about her new toy. The neural interface of her arm is going at full tilt, as she figures out what she needs to do to keep the arm working at tip-top condition.