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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Diamond District
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Mali turned around and watched Zoie walk away for a good, hard second as that confusing package of emotions that cropped up last night made itself known again. People used the term butterflies in one's stomach to describe infatuation; it would have been much easier to deal with that. She felt something in the pit of her stomach, as if some ghostly hand had reached inside her abdomen and clutched her innards into a tight fist before giving it a twist for good measure. It was going to be really hard to work if this pattern kept up. She was supposed to be dealing with a conspiracy, not wrestling her emotions in check every few hours.

Mali turned back to Wayne and thought over her options, with the distraction that was Zoie only barging in uninvited a few times. There were two immediate options that sprang to the front of the line. A deep tissue massage would probably do her the best, but a thai massage sounded interesting. She had never heard of it, and she was half Thai herself. Sort of. It could be neat getting a bit of experience with a facet of her culture that she was unfamiliar with.

[color=D5FF00]"Eh... I'll go for the deep tissue massage,"[/color] she said as she stood from the chair and dusted off any bits of hair that weren't caught by the drape from the robe.