Jillene Mercer's parlor is no ordinary spa. Today, a woman, her body a canvas of tattoos and piercings, arrives for her weekly appointment. Jillene starts with her usual routine, but the woman's soft sighs and subtle movements betray her hunger for more. As Jillene's hands glide over her client's curves, she senses the heat between her legs. She slides a hand between the woman's thighs, feeling her wetness. The woman spreads her legs wider, inviting Jillene to touch her more intimately. Jillene obliges, slipping a finger inside her, feeling her tightness. The woman's breath hitches, and she whispers, "More, Jillene. I want to feel your touch everywhere."