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Post by Sara Vermillion on Mar 1, 2013 16:13:20 GMT -5
Sara stepped into the Baygate Resort and spa, stretching as she walked. Carried underneath one arm was her shoulder, and the other was a fighting stick -- clearly she was just at a tournament, and she needed the relaxation from sitting in one place for too long.
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Post by Eliza Carver on Mar 1, 2013 16:41:43 GMT -5
"Hello, Sara. You know the drill." The receptionist said, picking up the phone and dialing Eliza's office number while gesturing to the entrance to the changing rooms.
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Post by Sara Vermillion on Mar 1, 2013 16:51:39 GMT -5
"Of course, of course!" Sara said with a smile as she walked into the changing room. She then put her things away as she started to strip down, taking a bathrobe out as she did.
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Post by Eliza Carver on Mar 1, 2013 17:13:35 GMT -5
"Ms. Carver, Sara's here." The receptionist said.
"Wonderful! Excellent! I'll be right down!" Eliza said, being almost out the door of her office by the time the phone finally hit the hook and hung up the call.
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Post by Sara Vermillion on Mar 1, 2013 17:20:23 GMT -5
Sara walked into the same room she was always in when she came here, sitting on the edge of the table.
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Post by Eliza Carver on Mar 1, 2013 17:23:14 GMT -5
Eliza half-fell, half-ran down the stairs, composing herself before going into the room.
"Sara!" Eliza said, throwing her arms open and going in for a hug.
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Post by Sara Vermillion on Mar 1, 2013 17:47:58 GMT -5
"Eliza!" Sara replied, hugging her. "How's my favorite masseuse doing?"
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Post by Eliza Carver on Mar 1, 2013 18:00:10 GMT -5
"Great! How've things been for my favorite customer?" Eliza asked.
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Post by Sara Vermillion on Mar 1, 2013 18:05:49 GMT -5
"Oh, the same as always. Nothing like playing video games to get someone in need of a nice massage."
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Post by Eliza Carver on Mar 1, 2013 18:06:50 GMT -5
"Truer words were never spoken. Ready?" Eliza asked, disengaging from the hug and rotating her left wrist.
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Post by Sara Vermillion on Mar 1, 2013 19:35:32 GMT -5
"Of course~" Sara said, undoing the robe and climbing on the table.
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Post by Eliza Carver on Mar 1, 2013 20:03:30 GMT -5
Eliza covered her lower half with a towel, to preserve her privacy, and started with the shoulders.
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Post by Sara Vermillion on Mar 1, 2013 21:07:15 GMT -5
Sara sighed. "No matter how many times, you know exactly where those hands need to go..."
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Post by Eliza Carver on Mar 1, 2013 21:10:03 GMT -5
"Well, you come to one of the best, dear." Eliza said.
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Post by Sara Vermillion on Mar 1, 2013 21:20:10 GMT -5
"I suppose..." she said. "Still, though...."
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