Liza works with the runner as best she can, until finally both women are cuddled comfortably in the slowly cooling water. From what Tzahala can see, the older woman is quite happy to simply lay beneath the bubbles with her head snuggled against the runner's bronzed breasts; but of course, Liza knows the value of being a good hostess, and she's (relatively) quick to sit up and climb back out of the tub when she's reminded that there are other guests coming.<br/><br/>And she takes on a lovely red blush at the thought, too.<br/><br/>"Oh, spirits... I will guarantee you that Miss Redbreast out there will have a field day with my little moment of... indiscretion." With a sigh, the corner-girl shakes her head and stretches, looking about for some means to dry herself off. "You will have to make sure the next picture you take of her has her looking suitably addled so that I can return the favor..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Once both of the women have dried themselves, and Liza has tied her hair back into a loose, wet bun, Liza motions for Tzahala to lead her back out into the den. But as they arrive, they see that Tisha has already arrived, and seems to be in deep conversation with Robin... though their little talk ceases when the runner and her 'date' come back into the room.<br/><br/>"We were startin' to think you'd fallen asleep on us..." Robin's grin is coy as her eyes travel up and down Liza's nude, damp frame. "And how did 'Mama' take to her pampering, Miss Tzahala? Did you get her nice and... relaxed?"