The parlor's hidden side reveals itself as Jillene, with a devious glint in her eye, uncaps a bottle of warm oil, letting it drizzle down her client's back. She massages him, her touch firm yet sensual, her hands slipping and sliding over his body. She takes her time, teasing him, making him beg for more. She leans down, her lips brushing against his ear, 'You're not here for a massage, are you?'. His breath hitches as he turns to face her, his answer clear in his hungry eyes.