"In a dimly lit room, a mysterious woman, her a-hole a work of art, begins a massage that's anything but relaxing. Her hands, slick with oil, glide over her client's body, her touch becoming more intimate, more daring. She leans in, her lips brushing against his neck, her voice a husky whisper, 'You like that, don't you? You like my touch on your body, my hands on your... other parts.'"