Slippery fingers trace every curve of her body, suds cascading down her skin like a waterfall of ecstasy. The masseuse's strong hands knead her flesh, igniting sparks of desire. She moans, arching into his touch, as his soapy palms glide over her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. His hardness presses against her thigh, a promise of what's to come. In the steaming shower, they find release, their bodies sliding together in a dance as old as time.