The sensation of the spell was strange - but not uncomfortable. Bryony was able to close her eyes and even to relax, knowing no one was actually touching her. She was very, very grateful she'd chosen the purely magical approach, especially as the magic moved down her legs. She hated to inflict her body on anyone, and would have been far too tense to get any benefit from the feeling if real hands had been involved.
The kneading at her neck and shoulders was especially welcome, since that was where she carried most of her tension, hunching over and ducking her head in efforts not to be seen. She made a soft disappointed hum as the magic moved to massage her scalp - though that was nice, in it's own way. The soft music meant she didn't feel too much as if she ought to be making conversation, though she couldn't be sure what was considered normal. "This must be quite a complicated spell," she observed after a pause. "And suiting it to each customer..." She was really more thinking aloud than talking to Gemma, unable to help being interested even if it wasn't strictly her area of magic.