“What the hell are your wings made of? Rocks?” asked Nova while struggling to go ahead with the procedure.
“Just feathers…mhh…there…much better!” replied her comrade in a pleasant tone.
“It´s the last time I´m massaging your wings…you hear?” ten minutes massaging her partner´s back and she was exhausted!
“But you are so good at this!” he added, for him it was like entering Nirvana “And the last battle was pretty rough”
“Then why not getting a massage at Angewomon´s onsen?”
“Not going anymore ” he barely could keep his eyes open “when I was about to ask for an appointment, she turned to be Datamon in disguise…”