As the massage oil warms their skin, so does the air between them. The babe on the table, her body a canvas of desire, feels the soft touch of her masseuse's hands transform into something more intimate. She turns her head, their eyes meeting, a silent agreement passing between them. The masseuse leans in, her tongue flicking out to taste the oil on the other's skin, a preview of the feast to come. The babe on the table responds, her body writhing, ready to surrender to the symphony of touches and tastes that will follow.