[Hailing from a pseudo-Scandinavian country the way she does, Lys is a little more familiar with that particular therapeutic activity than most. Imagine her surprise at finding something on the nameless island that reminded her of home, even vaguely...
Fresh from her own whipping session, a towel draped comfortably around her waist and the rest of her still laid bare, his comment draws her attention away from sorting out her clothes (a hideously flashy aloha shirt/shorts combo that begs mockery), her gaze flickering over him as she plucks up a smile.]
Oh, definitely! I didn't realize they offered that kind of service here, but...man, talk about refreshing.
[She does look relaxed, sitting easily on one of the spa's long benches without an ounce of tension in her tall, lanky body. Though she's a quick healer, the fair skin of her back, shoulders, legs and arms still bear marks from being...thoroughly serviced.]
arrival
Fresh from her own whipping session, a towel draped comfortably around her waist and the rest of her still laid bare, his comment draws her attention away from sorting out her clothes (a hideously flashy aloha shirt/shorts combo that begs mockery), her gaze flickering over him as she plucks up a smile.]
Oh, definitely! I didn't realize they offered that kind of service here, but...man, talk about refreshing.
[She does look relaxed, sitting easily on one of the spa's long benches without an ounce of tension in her tall, lanky body. Though she's a quick healer, the fair skin of her back, shoulders, legs and arms still bear marks from being...thoroughly serviced.]