Yes. That'd be great.

Sarah leads you to the couch and sets herself on the arm, placing herself directly behind you. You feel her strong hands work your shoulders over, and you breathe a sigh of relaxation as you slide your shoes off of your sore feet.

"Feel good?" she asks, moving from your shoulders down to your chest. You nod, your eyes slowly closing. "It feels good here, too."

"Are you still sore, honey?" She rubs your chest teasingly.