Location: Diamond District
Mali's face briefly contorted in disgust upon hearing that Zoie did indeed eat rattlesnakes. She thought that Wayne was just kidding when he said that line, and she'd asked as a way to start a conversation; she didn't think that it would be true. Being the semi-sheltered girl from New England that she was, her interactions with reptiles were very limited. The idea of eating them outside of some disastrous survival context didn't sit right with her.
She didn't bother trying to hide anything as she undressed as well. She'd spent enough time in locker rooms that stripping around other women, let alone a woman she was supposed to be in a fake relationship with didn't bother her. Clothes folded up as best as she could get them neatly tucked away, she was robed up and ready to roll.
"We just ate a couple hours ago, didn't we? Should probably save the food for last." In her head, Mali weighed the three other options. Really any of those options sounded pretty great after the stress of the past few weeks; it was difficult to pick which one. Eventually, so she wouldn't be spending too long just standing around in the locker room too long she had a mental game of eenie meenie miney moe dictat her choice.
"We'll go with hair first." Assuming they weren't in for anything too extensive, which was probably a poor assumption given the context, it would probably take the least amount of time out of the three options. As far as hair went, hers was never too unruly, especially compared to a lot of the curly and wavy haired girls she'd attended school with. It took comparatively little effort to make it look nice, which freed her up to focus on other things. She'd never had a facial treatment proper, but based on what she gathered from tv, movies and books, they were pretty time consuming. And last, there was the massage. She knew that there were probably knots of muscle all over given her profession, and that would no doubt be a long, fun-filled adventure once sorting those out began.
