Chéri frowned. They knew a lot about fashionable cosmetics and it wasn’t unusual to try to get something special, of any sort, really, when they lived in Paris, but they had never heard about Venetian perfume. “Why from there? And how do you know only that will work?” Chéri was curious. Sonia seemed willing to share very private things. Chéri wasn’t the type to ask too much, but they were -or had been- fashionable and they were still curious about it.
Chéri oiled their hands and started massaging the base of her spine, separating the vertebrae one by one with his thumbs, in a slow, controlled movement that pressed only as much as needed.

“You want someone to be happy here.” Chéri finished the sentence for her.