In the dimly lit room, the masseuse from Brightest-Loleta begins her work, hands gliding over the client's body with expert precision. As she works, her touch becomes more lingering, more sensuous. The client, a willing participant, feels the tension giving way to a different kind of tension, one that's more primal, more carnal. The masseuse's hands slip lower, lower, until they're cupping the client's most intimate areas, her fingers working in circles, building a rhythm that's as old as time itself.