[Aloy brings her hands down, lets them hover over AIOS’s shoulders for a moment. Commits, pressing down at the crook of the neck and sliding out, spreading the oil.]
Could tell you how much I dislike royalty.
[She thinks its funny. Aloy starts to rub, her touch firming up. It’s not really skilled work, as she’s never been taught and she’s mostly imitating what she’s seen or felt. But it sure is touch, exploring and admiring AIOS’s shoulders then starting down her back.]
no subject
[Aloy brings her hands down, lets them hover over AIOS’s shoulders for a moment. Commits, pressing down at the crook of the neck and sliding out, spreading the oil.]
Could tell you how much I dislike royalty.
[She thinks its funny. Aloy starts to rub, her touch firming up. It’s not really skilled work, as she’s never been taught and she’s mostly imitating what she’s seen or felt. But it sure is touch, exploring and admiring AIOS’s shoulders then starting down her back.]