The masseuse, her body draped in a flimsy robe that does little to hide her curves, begins her ritual. She pours oil onto her client's back, the liquid shimmering in the soft light. Her hands, small and strong, work the oil into his skin, her touch firm and deliberate. She moves down his body, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, her thumbs pressing into the knots of tension. As she reaches his lower back, she straddles him, her thighs pressing against his hips. She leans forward, her breasts pressing against his back, her breath warm on his ear as she whispers, "Turn over, let me see all of you." The client, his body tense with anticipation, complies, revealing his hardening cock, eager for more than just a massage.