[ dan feng turns away from him and tugs his loose shirt over his head, and for a moment it's a struggle to stay professional - but only for a moment. it soon becomes apparent just what dan feng wanted covered up, as yingxing glances over the deep, extensive scarring along his smooth back, his brow furrowed. ]
Don't worry. You're not the first who's wanted to cover up scars, and you won't be the last.
[ his voice is conversational, but gentle. in order to want these covered up, and given how hesitant he had been to show them, yingxing can only gather that he must be quite self-conscious about them. but he'a a professional, and it's his job to give the customer what they want, to make them happy, so he takes this plenty seriously. ]
I'm going to touch you, if that's okay.
[ he says, then lifts his hands, carefully feeling over the scars with a decent amount of pressure, testing the tautness of the damaged tissue as he leans in. ]
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Don't worry. You're not the first who's wanted to cover up scars, and you won't be the last.
[ his voice is conversational, but gentle. in order to want these covered up, and given how hesitant he had been to show them, yingxing can only gather that he must be quite self-conscious about them. but he'a a professional, and it's his job to give the customer what they want, to make them happy, so he takes this plenty seriously. ]
I'm going to touch you, if that's okay.
[ he says, then lifts his hands, carefully feeling over the scars with a decent amount of pressure, testing the tautness of the damaged tissue as he leans in. ]