Wodan stepped across the cool ceramic floor lying face down on one of the massage tables, he had already told the hostess about his preferences and the two ladies who attended him quickly went about the work. They began rubbing oils into his skin, gently massaging his muscles as he went. It was sore especially the knots in his calves and thighs but unlike the screaming Tiefling, Wodan had work like this more often so wasn’t nearly as beaten up as the Sith Commander.
He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as Altair screamed his name, all four of the masseuses joining in laughing at the big man’s discomfort. “How's that Thorne routine holding up for you buddy?” He called across the room, as the women pulled out small partially blunt pieces of metal.
Placing them against his skin they began to scrape away at the oil, it was painful as it went over his scars, the tightly knitted flesh beneath them needing an extra few scrapes to help break down the damaged tissue. But it felt good, plus it would remove much of the surface dead skin making his body shimmer that little bit brighter the next day.
@Sreeya
He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as Altair screamed his name, all four of the masseuses joining in laughing at the big man’s discomfort. “How's that Thorne routine holding up for you buddy?” He called across the room, as the women pulled out small partially blunt pieces of metal.
Placing them against his skin they began to scrape away at the oil, it was painful as it went over his scars, the tightly knitted flesh beneath them needing an extra few scrapes to help break down the damaged tissue. But it felt good, plus it would remove much of the surface dead skin making his body shimmer that little bit brighter the next day.
@Sreeya