As the masseur's hands glide over the recipient's skin, the room fills with the scent of oil and desire. The recipient's moans grow louder, his body arching into the masseur's touch. The masseur, feeling the recipient's need, takes his time, teasing, building anticipation. He runs his fingers along the recipient's inner thighs, avoiding his cock for what feels like an eternity. The recipient, desperate for more, begs, "Please, touch me." The masseur smiles, "Patience, my friend. We have all the time in the world to explore what your body needs."