"Alright, Pandora! I don't have a lot of massage equipment, so I'll mostly be using my hands. If you have any oil or lotion for massages, now's the time," I say, getting up and giving Pandora some space as she rises from the water.
"Hmmm... one moment... I'll just throw this milk away and—"
"No!! Wait, Pandora, don't throw it away! I want it! Could you just use preservation magic on it?"
"...Fine, I suppose. I can get a few things. Just describe them, and I can create them with magic." She snaps her fingers, and the bowls of milk disappear.
"I sent them to your room."
"Perfect! What I need is a table. A table that's your size. You'll lie face up and face down, but the table needs to have an open space for your face and for your breasts to hang through."
"I also need the table to be flat from your head to your waist. Then, it should open up like a Y, so your legs are spread and ready for a massage. And a stand next to it for the bowls..."
