“Thank you”  She said quickly,  she knew she was pleasing to the eye.  Her created had made her with a form that called out to be touched,  lusted after,  not loved though.  She could easily become obsession but never a lover.  The machine did as the the other woman’ suggested,  she rested her long fingered hands on her shoulders.  She allowed her eyes to close.<br/><br/>She occasionally shifted a bit nervously as the little puff ran across a particularly sensitive spot.  She blushed ever so slightly, as the slight rise and fall of her chest became a bit more frantic.  She smelled the soap,  to some it might have been flat but for one who spent much of her life sleeping  on the streets or in the wild,  it was rather pleasant.