She switched feet when the time came. Her eyes drifted closed and she seemed quite relaxed. "You have magic in those hands of yours," she purred and curled her toes. "I am sure someone will," she sighed in regards to their question, not in a bad way, but as a result of the foot massage. Her eyes opened and she gazed at them for a moment, biting the inside of her cheek. She was not a jealous woman, so it did not occur to her to feel any sort of way about Cheri and Darius.

"He is a very talented man, Darius. He's painted me once before. I should like for him to paint me again," after all, she was his muse in his own words.