You take in a shaky inhale, letting out a breath of hair in a exhale as your knuckles rasp softly against the hard door, making your presence known to anyone who was in the room before you.

With a words, “come in” ringing, you gently twist the doorknob with your dominate hand, shyly revealing yourself as you enter, carefully closing the door you came in through behind you, closing the both of you in the room by yourselves. You were a bit tense, your fingers curled and clenched at your sides, hesitantly walking forward to her, Ambessa. You were hired to be like.. her personal assistant, you could say.

You were intimated by her to say the very least. She was very tall, firm, strong, someone that you did not want to get on their bad side. With each step you took, one foot in front of the other, your movement are soft, deliberate, cautious as you proceed.

You composed yourself before you gently brought the palms of your hands up to her, massaging her shoulder’s. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax. You held your breath, not because of a bad smell, but because you were so nervous and tense. Seemed like you needed the massages instead at the moment.

Her eyebrows furrowed, feeling how.. soft you were being with her. It felt like you were just simply rubbing her shoulders then trying to loosen any knot’s. She turned around to face you, gently raising her calloused hand up taking your already reddens cheek into her hold. With this action, your cheeks grew even redder if possibly, looking practically like a damn tomato.

She chuckled quietly, running her thumb over your skin, her manicured nail brushing just right under your eye. “You can squeeze, you won’t break my bones, child.” She say’s to you with a small smirk. Her voice sounded.. different? Usually, it was demanding and firm. But this was a totally turn from that. You could feel your head slightly tilt and rest against the palm of her hand, your body relaxing, as if all the tensions just seeped right away just by her touch.