The showerhead rains down, washing away the remnants of the day, but not the tension between you and the masseuse. Her hands, slick with soap, work their magic, kneading your flesh, her touch firm yet gentle. She leans over, her breasts pressing into your back, her breath ragged. You feel her hesitate, then her fingers trail down, cupping your throbbing cock. She looks at you, her eyes filled with lust, and whispers, "Let's get really dirty."