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Mali had been expecting so much from Helga that she was almost disappointed when she didn't have hands that alternated between the modes of hydraulic press, industrial pistons and vice grips. Regardless of unfulfilled built up expectations, Mali appreciated the thoughtfulness in the technique and form inherent in the massage. Even with the low resolution tactile image provided by the back, she could tell that the masseuse really wanted her to enjoy this. 

The past few weeks had been so stressful that she'd been in a near constant cycle of tightening up like a coiled spring, realizing that she had gotten worked up and then trying to relax to varying degrees of success. She wasn't an easygoing, carefree person by nature, but getting tangled up in Juno seemed to amplify any preexisting penchants for worry, doubt and over-analysis. This was her chance to completely relax for once and completely noodle out. And yet, as she rolled over, she couldn't stop herself from checking Helga for a ♀ in the very unlikely chance that this was some form of elaborate trap.