In the steaming shower, a babe lathers up, her body glistening with soap suds. A masseur enters, his hands slick and ready. He runs them over her curves, the soap creating a slippery canvas for his expert touch. She moans, her breath fogging up the glass door as he massages her breasts, his fingers finding her hard nipples. Kneeling, he spreads her legs, his tongue flicking out to taste her soapy folds. She gasps, her hands grasping his hair as he devours her, the sound of the shower filling the room.