#theo-olbrect

"Sure thing, what kind of dance you after, pretty boy?"

Noel had gone with soft, loose, but clingy white pants for the day paired with a shirt that was painted onto his chest and showed off his arms.  It was suitable for a masseuse’s job, so he didn’t change before going up to Theo’s suite.   When admitted, he introduced himself and set up a massage table.  He had oils for massage and flower petals for the bath, all picked to compliment each other’s scent.  “I’m ready when you are, Mr. Olbrecht.  Do you have any particular areas you’d like me to focus on?”