The masseuse, a vision in a tiny, soaked top, invites her client to lie face down on the plush table. She drizzles oil onto his back, her hands following, spreading the warmth and slickness. She works her way down, her fingers dancing over his skin, leaving a trail of glistening oil. As she reaches his lower back, she lingers, her thumbs brushing the top of his ass, making him gasp. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "What's your fantasy?" she purrs, her voice a promise of the decadent indulgence to come.