"As you wish." Faridah bent over the table to inspect the oils closer, blissfully unaware of the effect her backside might have on the slave girl. She selected a cinnamon scented oil, thinking it would compliment her vanilla quite well, and walked back to the table. As she poured some of it onto the slave's back, she spoke, "You'll have to forgive me if I'm not as talented at this as you are. All I have to go on is what I saw of servants at the palace doing this." Placing her hands on the girl's shoulders, she started the massage. Although it was obvious that she was inexperienced, she seemed to have a general idea of what she was doing and used a soft, yet firm grip to work away the tension in Lalita's shoulders.