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Dasha managed to smile as the woman spoke. Yes, here at the moment, she could be treated how she liked. Even if it cost a little in the process, she was rapidly coming to believe that it was a small price to pay. Maybe she could substitute some of her shopping days for excursions like this— depending of Caeluma was around at the time, of course.
A curious look did flash into Dasha’s eyes as the woman explained what she was, however. “Oh— oh wow, I see,” she managed as her mind rapidly made sense of the doppleganger of sorts that she had seen. She had never actually seen a genie in real life before, and now her gaze was flickering anew over the woman. “I—“ Dasha paused as a thought came to her. “I don’t think I caught your name, actually?” Her mind scrambled for it but didn’t come up with it immediately. How had she gone so long without it?
Post by Sarah / Salem on Jan 26, 2019 17:56:32 GMT
Alarm setting into her own features as the clone realized the original had never introduced themselves, while technically the services menu would have her own name, it was still incredibly rude of her to have never introduced herself. "Oh my! My sincerest apologies on behalf of me and my other self. My name is Sarah, or-" She was about to add 'Salem, if you find me about town', but thought better of bothering the woman before her with her other sense of self in the form of the name switch. Instead she simply waved it off with a flippant gesture. "Oh, nevermind. Sarah is simply all you should be concerned with."
She did chuckle a little, feeling so stupid for a moment. "Apologies again, genuinely, it was ever so rude of me. Perchance I can offer you a free sample of one of our other services as an apology? Of course is compliments is all you desire I would be ever so happy to shower them upon someone so strong and beautiful, but...is there anything you're curious to try?"
Sarah, as the name was spoken, Dasha did remember having seen it on the menu. She was kind of curious about what the ‘or’ was, but at the mention of being ‘concerned with’, Dasha found herself guessing it was something lewd that she hadn’t ordered. “Oh, Sarah then,” she smiled a little.
The offer, however, did have her pausing for a moment. Did she…. did she want to try something? Anything? Strings free. It was tempting. Too tempting not to at least consider it. Looking down at the menu again, she watched a particular set highlight again. Color came to Dasha’s features again. “The uh… ah…” Dasha found her hand raising and pointing out what it was on the table. She couldn’t… quite say it out loud, but the indication was obvious enough. ‘Cuddles Package’ was too… too alluring not to try with no strings attached.
Post by Sarah / Salem on Jan 26, 2019 18:40:53 GMT
Blinking a little as she suddenly seemed to get so flustered, she was expecting something a little...'more', but when it came to it that it was just the cuddles package, she tried to resist a giggle and instead came out with a sweet and tender smile. She lifted her hand with an open palm. "5 minutes for free...we also allow one free costume request per guest, so-" She snapped her fingers, her outfit shimmering for a moment before being replaced with form fitting, casual jeans rather than the boot cut pants of her previous outfit, and the top half replaced with a warm and cozy sweater. "May I suggest using it on this for your comfort?~"
She'd wait for Dasha's response, changing back if needed, before putting her hands on the table, hovering over it and very casually sliding herself back down into the other side of the booth, smiling at the silver haired woman and gently putting an arm around her, the hand rising to tenderly toy with the hair on the back of her head without ruining it. "So...how would you like it? I feel you'd like a bit more comfort so...how about you lay into me while I continue to compliment you...? Sound like a plan?"
That was a neat trick. Dasha’s eyes sparkled a moment at the change of outfit, and she half-heartedly wondered if she could learn it or find an item that allowed her to do it too. Changing in and out of armor could be tedious, so something like that would just be wonderful to have on hand. A thought for another time, though.
“That is nice,” Dasha answered softly.
As Sarah moved around the booth and sat down again, Dasha took a slow breath in and managed to relax some. The feeling of an arm around her and a hand in her hair was foreign to the rest of her life’s experiences, but it wasn’t bad and was even rather nice. “That…sounds nice, yes,” she answered. Her shift to lean more against Sarah was a bit awkward but thereafter? Dasha felt her pulse drop a little and her muscles relax considerably. It was funny how something as simple as a hug and cuddles could really just… help so much.
Post by Sarah / Salem on Jan 26, 2019 19:12:56 GMT
Her expression softening further, a trained look of care and consideration on her face as the other woman tried to get closer to her. Sarah was of course kind enough to help guide her, easing her into a comfortable position. She closed her own eyes, resting her chin face over Dasha's own head, not kissing or the like but just laying into her silently as she continued to pet and stroke her hair, slowly shifting her other hand to take Dasha's and just squeeze it gently between their two laps. "A proud warrior such as yourself forced to seek comfort in the arms of myself...I've known you all of 10 minutes and I can already see you do not get the affection you oh so clearly deserve...~"
With a slow sigh she'd just hold the girl against her, continuing to stroke her hair as she showered her in tender compliments. "Clearly so proud...so strong of will...yet allowing yourself to get so cutely nervous...you have pride yet you can put it aside, you have strength yet you are willing to feel weak to aid your comfort...Dasha you are most certainly a fine and elegant young woman.~"
An indescribable feeling was slowly squirming and twisting up into Dasha’s stomach. On one hand, it was so comfortable, so comforting to just lean against someone, to just be pet by somebody. On the other, she almost felt a strange sense of guilt for even indulging in it. Why? She didn’t even fully know why. A slow breath drew in and out of Dasha, and blue eyes closed completely thereafter. “Mmmmm.” The continued strokes and compliments were met with a couple of ‘mmm’s and a few soft sighs. This was really nice.
In a way, it felt like Sarah could see right through her and knew exactly what to say. Yes, these were things Dasha tried to assure herself frequently enough, but again hearing them from someone else really … was something else entirely. She remained quiet for a while, just soaking up the cuddles and comfort for as long as they were available. She’d drink and eat again thereafter, but for now, such things were far from her mind.
While Sarah was absolutely loving how comfortable Dasha was feeling themselves, business was indeed business, and as her internal clock hit five minutes, she’d ever so gently ease the other woman off of her to sit up of their own accord, resting their hands on their own knees and smiling sweetly at the other woman. “5 minutes are up I’m afraid. You still have my attention for the rest of your stay of course, but the free cuddle trial sadly must come to an end.” She smirked trying to add a playful choice of words. “Can’t have the other customers getting jealous. Especially since we left the curtain open.~”
A deep sigh would draw in and out of Dasha as the allotted time ended. She’d willingly sit up, though, and slowly roll her shoulders and neck. It was nice while it lasted. She could not deny that. “Ah well…” she murmured softly. It had been free and warm and nice and good— and completely platonic which was so so so so so so so nice?? She felt rather refreshed if she did say so herself.
The mention of other customers immediately had Dasha’s features coloring some, and despite herself, she found her gaze flickering around momentarily. There was no one there she knew actively, though, at least none that she could see (or that could see her, hopefully). This probably should have been an immediate thought at the very beginning of this … situation, but of course, Dasha hadn’t really been expecting to end up in one of these places. I have to be more careful… Her appearance in any form or fashion mattered, after all.
Slowly clasping her tea again, Dasha raised it to her lips and sipped some. “It’s…. really good,” she admitted. All of it. She distantly wondered how the food and salad would turn out on top of all of this… I… I may have to come back some time…
Post by Sarah / Salem on Jan 30, 2019 13:59:33 GMT
Seeing the look of relaxation, and perhaps, to some extent, mild ‘awareness’ as Dasha realized just how much she’d enjoyed a service she hadn’t been so sure on when entering the building, Sarah seemed immensely relaxed herself, always enjoying when customers requested something so quiet and relaxing. Watching her eyes drift outside of the booth the woman smirked a little and glanced to the curtain herself.
“Shall I close that for you?~” Depending on the answer she would either remain seated or float over the table, closing the curtains for Dasha as requested, before sliding back down with her hovering capabilities back into the same seat, an arm casually draped along the back of the booth couch seat, just giving the woman a bright smile.
“Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying our services so far. Remind me? What was your order? It should be ready about now…” She drummed her fingers with a humming sound, wondering what was taking the ‘her’ in the kitchen so long.
Yumi was at work and couldn’t read the entire thread, so she just quietly set up Dasha’s writer Jay up to say the food had arrived in their next post because Yumi for the life of her didn’t remember Dasha ordering food and was too nervous to assume that she hadn’t and was just thinking about ordering some soon.
Color warmed Dasha’s features as Sarah spoke. “Ah, no it’s fine,” she assured softly thereafter. She didn’t plan on purchasing anything else from the menu aside from what she had already, and the food didn’t have any extra connotations or strings attached (right? Right).
The mention of the order drew Dasha back to the present again. “Oh, right, the seasonal salad and the tomato soup,” she recanted, to her surprise, rather easily. As if on some unknown cue, her stomach rumbled, reminding her of why she had come in there. For now, though, she would take another sip of tea to stave off the feeling.
Post by Sarah / Salem on Feb 11, 2019 15:43:18 GMT
Sarah smiled a little warmly as she noticed the warmth of Dasha’s own cheeks, not one to make her feel uncomfortable by pointing it out, and instead just easing into a comfortable position on the shared booth spot they were using. She was right though, as much as she couldn’t read Dasha’s mind. The food came with no other strings attatched, and as such a simple order it should be here any moment-
“Ah yes, there we are~” She clapped her hands together just as Dasha finished reminding her of her order, almost on time with her stomache rumbling, causing not only Sarah, but the other clone of her wearing a typical chef’s gettup standing outside the booth to have a little giggle, though both tried to avoid being rude and making an actual comment on it.
“Your dishes madame.~” The chef Sarah bowed her head, resting the two plates on the table before her before dipping her head and backing away back to the kitchen, the Sarah still present in the booth gesturing to the meal.
“Would you prefer to eat alone miss, or do you enjoy the company?~ Don’t worry, we won’t be offended.~”