You give her a massage

Her skin is only slightly rougher than your own, and it's still soft. When your restlessness starts to fade, you actually enjoy touching her. The smell of her hair and the sight of its exotic texture are also kind of nice.

Perhaps I misjudged her? She could have abused my good will, but she only asked me for this.

"Nnnhh... Aaah..."

"I'm glad you like my hands."

"They came when I needed them the most."

"So... Do all Ashwalkers train to become warriors?"

"No, not all. Not even half of us practice martial arts regularly. There are many that prefer dancing, or forging tools and weapons..."

If half the Gaanidans became warriors we'd have A LOT of warriors.

You keep chitchatting for a few minutes until you finish with her shoulders, and she gets up.

"That was great! It would be great if you did this often. Perhaps every day... But I guess I no longer have a reason to beat your ass, I also wanted to do that."

You are still kneeling in front of her, your head in front of her waist. Her comment makes you turn your eyes down.