Apply Sunscreen

You go for the classic "Apply-Sunscreen-On-The-Beautiful-Woman" move. As soon as your hands touch Cherie's shoulders, you feel her body suddenly tense, her muscles tightening and her breath hitching. You realize too late that your touch has startled her{if FailedMassage = 1}...again. You realize that you really need to work on lowering her fear of you before you try any more physical contact. {else}, and you pull back you try to gauge her reaction. Cherie's eyes snap open, and she looks around in alarm, her heart racing with a mix of surprise and fear. Your smile fades, replaced by a look of concern and apology.That wasn't the reaction you were hoping for. {endif}

You watch as Cherie rubs her shoulders, trying to ease the lingering tension and discomfort, her face flushed and her mind racing with thoughts of the unexpected and chilling touch. You feel a pang of guilt, knowing that your good intentions have backfired, turning a moment of potential relaxation and trust building into one of anxiety and unease.