The masseuse, a vision of perfection, guides her client onto the table. She begins her magic, her strong hands kneading away his tension. As she leans over, her perfect body presses against him, her nipples hardening against his skin. She whispers, 'I can make you feel even better, if you'd like.' Her hands move lower, her fingers teasing the waistband of his shorts, her eyes locked onto his, promising a secret, illicit pleasure in exchange for a generous tip.