Gwenog and Marietta
Marietta didn't mind the touch. In fact, it felt good to be able to say no if she liked. Not that Romilda ever expected them to do anything they didn't want to do, it was simply the fact that there was no preconceived expectation nor was any money on the line.
Arching her chest forward at the slight tickle she moved in a little closer and moved her own arms to mirror the actions of the woman before her. There was enough of a gap between them that either could back out or take just one more step to seal whatever the deal was that seemed to be in progress. That was always the part that left her with a pause.