In the dimly lit massage parlour, a sultry babe lies face down, her curves accentuated by the soft lighting. The masseuse, a skilled lesbian, begins her work, her hands kneading the client's tense muscles. As she moves to the shoulders, she leans in, her breath hot on the client's ear, "How about I make this a little more... personal?" She trails her fingers down the client's back, pausing to flick her nipples through the thin fabric. The client moans softly, arching her back. The masseuse smiles, taking it as an invitation. She leans down, her tongue tracing the client's spine, ending at the small of her back, before moving up again, this time lingering on the client's earlobe.