"Whatever Her Majesty says, of course." Razielle smirked.
"Are we getting wrinkled yet? We still have yet to get our massage.." She pulled her hands from the water and inspected them.
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"Whatever Her Majesty says, of course." Razielle smirked.
"Are we getting wrinkled yet? We still have yet to get our massage.." She pulled her hands from the water and inspected them.
"Hm." She lifted her hands and came to the same conclusion as the Princess. Their fingers were just at the beginnings stages of pruning. "Definitely time for that massage."
The Queen rose from the bath and donned a towel to dry herself off.
Razielle hopped out and wrapped a bathing sheet around her body, then twisted her long hair into a knot. "I believe that we are set up in two different rooms, allowing for privacy of course.
She directed the Queen to the makeshift room that had been created from draped sarongs in relaxing hues. Razielle briefly explained, in the event that the Queen had never indulged herself with a massage. There was a comfortable looking table, covered with inviting clean linens. The idea being to strip down to a level of comfort, laying one's face in the cradle and awaiting the touch of a relaxing masseuse. Razielle fully expected herself to be a puddle of mush in no time..
"Alright! When you are ready just touch the little button at the head of the table, it will alert the masseuse who will then attend you.. Let her know if anything is displeasing. Enjoy!"
Razielle sincerely wished her Queen to enjoy herself and gain some much needed and deserved relaxation, for she intended to do the same herself. It would make them both fresh and recuperated for whatever task their Master set for them in the future.