Asking if Freddie was enjoying his massage was an awkward question. Parts of him were very much enjoying everything about the tea house, especially the part of him which throbbed against the massage table beneath him. The masseuses' touch in places felt wonderful working out tension and stiffness which should have been foreign to one his age. Already he could feel his neck and shoulders relax in ways he honestly couldn't remember feeling before. His back, scarred as it was, and unable to register touch, had been worked thoroughly, delivering even deeper relaxation.

But hands on his backside? And that oil? Freddie whimpered softly, not out of shame, but... need? He wasn't sure. Biting his lip, he prepared himself for what might come next, but all that came was more expert working of thumbs along his tense backside, until it, too had relaxed, and then those hands moved down to the backs of his thighs. Whimpers turned to a sigh of relief.

"It's... really different than I expected," he replied at last. "I didn't know it could feel good to be touched like this."

An odd admission, but an honest one, as the boy had previously flinched away from being touched like a dog which had been beaten. And even knowing that Satura wouldn't hurt him, he still kept stiffening up whenever she moved to a new area, until at last he felt her stop on the back of his thighs. Pink eyes opening, he could see her feet move as she stepped away from the table.

"Is... is everything okay?" he asked.

"Honey, you are way too nervous," he could hear her reply, followed by the clink of glass, and the sound of something being poured. A pause, then, "Hmm, probably a double," followed by another splash, then another before there was a bit of stirring, and Freddie could see her feet approaching until she stood directly in front of his head. "C'mon, up for a moment, and drink this," she said.

Freddie eased his head out of the hole in the table and onto his elbows as he looked at a tumbler of gold-colored liquid, with a large ice cube in it. "What is it?" he asked, the scent strong with alcohol, and something else. That something else which sparked a wave of fire running through him, deep from his core.

"It's Denebrian whiskey, and some calming jeeta blend. I'm supposed to charge for this but... you really need to relax, or I'm going to wind up hurting you instead of helping you."

Freddie looked at the glass, at her, then back at the glass. It was too late to admit he's not old enough to drink, as that would get Dior in trouble, so he took the glass in his paw, smiling weakly in thanks, and tipping it up.

It BURNED! Oh Garfife, oh holy shit, how do people drink alcohol? And it burned all the way down, yet he kept swallowing the liquid fire until his glass contained only its ice cube. Immediately he could feel a warmth in his belly, radiating through him, as both alcohol and jeeta started to course through the lithe teenager's veins. Stifling a cough, he nodded. "Th-thank you."

"Don't mention it. Seriously," he was minded, and his head pushed back down into the hole, before Satura resumed her work on his thighs. Something about the drink worked its magic, as Freddie's whimpers became moans, and he felt what he imagined must be the same pleasure Gantuhar was experiencing at last - though there was a fair amount of giggling as the pads of his ticklish footpaws were worked over with strong thumbs!