Give her a gentle massage

You're feeling nervous-- and for good reason! You have no experience offering a massage. How do girls like it? Hard enough to feel it... or would that hurt and just make her uncomfortable? How about something gentle, almost dainty? Or would she complain that it's not effective? Don't the masseuses on television usually go at it pretty hard?

Licorice sees you worrying and smiles sympathetically. "Hey, baby, you're gonna ruin that pretty face of yours if you keep frowning all the time. The Down's all about having fun, right? Why don't you try not to overthink it?" she encourages you, grinning to ease up the mood. "How about we start by you telling me how you want me on the couch? How do you like it, tiger? Face down, ass up?" she questions, already preparing to readjust to that position.

You think that'd probably be the ideal way to experience Licorice, but you chicken out, telling her that you just want her to keep standing upright. You think that all you can manage for now is to give her an easy, soft massage-- if it's not doing anything for her, you can make it harder, but you don't want to blow it by over-exerting yourself and hurting her. Unfortunately, once you clasp a hand to each of her bare shoulders and begin rubbing, moving from shoulder to forearm and back while staring into masked eyes... you find it hard to progress much beyond that. You're stuck in gentle mode. Furthermore, you can't even find an organic way to move on! What are you supposed to do, reach around her and start on her shoulder blades? Rub at her chin and cheeks? There's almost no place you can touch a woman with such an erotic body that won't make you feel like some lewd masseuse from an adult video!

Sensing your distress, the woman grabs hold of your wrist, almost as gently as you're massaging her. "Hey, tiger-- where's your purr? You gotta enjoy yourself when you're with a clown. Consider that lesson number one."

You thought typically it was the clown's job to make others enjoy themselves...

As if sensing that thought, Licorice suddenly allows a flash of white to overcome the dark features of her face, grinning big and placing your hand directly onto the breast of her apron. Before you can protest, she grabs the other hand and sticks it on the other side. "There you go, baby... That's better, right?" she questions, softening her smile now to be less teasing as she allows you to shamelessly play with her breasts. They're a great size, if not so magnificent as her ass from side profile, and even with the apron in the way, it feels heavenly. "Can you believe this is work for a clown assistant? I'll even give you a tip, sugar, for a job well done."

You think you may be slowly discovering what her talent is... She's an angel! She's almost like Bubblegum in reverse. That clown seemed like an angel but was actually selfish... if still very hot. This girl, on the other hand, is selfless, letting you do everything as you like.

Well, she's getting something out of it too. Her grin curves a bit more as she bites her lip to stifle a moan. "That's real nice... Let me get out of this dress and we'll-"

You never get to hear what exactly was going to come after that, because before she gets a chance to continue the thought, you're interrupted by the co-manager. It's almost like punishment for thinking ill of her. The pink-haired clown has entered the room with **** like a hurricane and she's caught you with your hands on the forbidden tits of her co-worker!

((Gained 10 wealth))