<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/1Seiyuri.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Angela (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</strong></span><br/>Name: Angela<br/>Location: Burning Man<br/>Tagging: Headquarters: Gymnasium<br/><br/>Seeing the change in her friend, the sassy and wicked rising to the norm, she felt she could give as good as she got. "Well if there is no pain, no need for kisses." Her own street tough persona rising as Sunsteel Angel shed her wings and returned to Angela, the platinum blond who still crested Scandal's 5'5 by four inches. Her aggression, her warrior's instinct was gone, yet her blood was still up. This was courting, and as dangerous a game she had never played.<br/><br/>"A rubdown sounds good, if you would guide me in reciprocating?" A carefully concealed truth plied the waters of her acceptance of the offered back rub and more. She wasn't experienced, she knew little aside from the once dalliance with Briar Rose those months back, now she was tip-toeing through a minefield. She dipped her head in self conscious behavior and looked at her hands, rough and calloused by years of sword and shield. She remembered the soft curves of Scandal pressed against her at Burning Man and wondered if her hands felt as rough to the beauty as they did to herself.<br/><br/>Flipping her head back up, her hair whirling high and over her shoulder, Angela released Kim's body with one hand and turned for the therapy room off the gym. There was a massage table there complete with hole for the face, though she wondered if they should take this somewhere more discrete. "Therapy room, or showers first?" She wondered aloud, hoping for a bit of guidance. "Not sure if all this sweat would be conducive to a good rub down." She definitely had encouraged more than a massage. "I have some baby oil back in my room if we need it." They used baby oil in massages right? Her brain was overloading again.<br/>