Susan puts her mug next to Janet's and comes over. She hesitates the barest of moments, and then climbs onto the bed, too, swinging a leg over Janet's thighs so that she's straddling her. Then she squirts some lotion into her hands, cupping them together to warm it for a moment before starting in on Janet's shoulders. Her touch is firm, deep; her hands are getting stronger from her archery practice. There's a faint callus forming on her draw hand.