Gemma nodded. In the end, it didn't matter to her what clients did and didn't do for themselves, she only hoped she did a good enough job that they might come back one day. This one seemed more quiet than most, and there was something about her that seemed insecure. It was a shame, because Gemma thought she was quite lovely and definitely wouldn't have turned her away from her bed.
"Why don't we move on to the mani-pedi," she offered, approaching the table and hazarding a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder. "I'll give you a few minutes to get dressed, then we'll go into the other room. These I do a mix of hands-on and magical, so if you can, please keep your socks off. I'll leave you a pair of open shoes to wear, all right?"
A pat to Bryony's shoulder and she moved away, setting out a pair of shoes as she'd promised and went out the door to wait.