"By all means," Quinlan nodded, replicating Serika's seriousness. It was clear she wasn't thinking of this as a lewd move on her part, so Quinlan decided he'd stop being a simp and simply enjoy a sensual massage from another world.
Serika knelt next to the towel she brought for this occasion and placed a small lacquered box beside her that was filled with a blend of oils she had procured. She poured a few drops into her palm and let her fire qi warm it with a subtle glow. A thin wisp of steam curled from her fingers.
"Lie down, face first," she instructed in a tone that was neutral. But her eyes were sharp, focused.
Quinlan did as ordered. The dirt, the bruises, and the sweat from all their brutal training had made this moment feel earned. He stretched out on the towel with his arms folded beneath his head, face turned toward her kneeling form as he watched her pour more oil into her palms.
