"Of course. Massaging is a very good reason to get your shirt off. Especially if I bring out the oil. Don't want to get your pretty shirt all messy, do we?" She beamed up at him, then turned and began tugging him back towards the mansion, walking backwards.
"Just be lucky I don't use the oil as an excuse to take off my dress. Because, you know, I'd hate to get any on it. Brand new, and all."
"Just be lucky I don't use the oil as an excuse to take off my dress. Because, you know, I'd hate to get any on it. Brand new, and all."