[ honestly manuela couldn't be more tickled. not literally, of course; fortunately his roaming hands have yet to find that particular trigger — a featherlight touch to the bottoms of her feet — so they aren't at any risk of a sudden burst of laughter ruining the scene. she is verging on a smile that is perhaps too amused and fond to be entirely in character, but seeing as how she's on her stomach, her head cushioned under the fold of her arms, a clever camera angle could very easily make it seem more like a scheming smirk instead. ]

And what a shame that is, Sylus. After all, you are so very good at this.

[ she doesn't even have to act. it seems he is just as skilled being gentle with his hands as he is knowing how to weaponize them in a boxing ring. of course, manuela is not trying to think too hard about what else his hands can do....... or whatever else is expected of them from this particular scene. best not to get too caught up in all that'll complicate things, right?

like how very, very good he looks in those teeny tiny swim trunks. ]

Be thorough now, won't you? I burn far too easily.

[ manuela herself has been outfitted with a two-piece bikini that is more or less a bundle of strings trying to pretend to be clothing. being thorough in this regard will certainly be quite the work for sylus, given how so much of her skin is revealed. ]