A patient lies on the table, eyes closed, as her masseuse's hands work their magic. The room fills with the scent of lavender oil and the soft sounds of their breathing. The masseuse, a lesbian with a reputation for her skillful touch, begins to linger on her patient's curves, her hands trembling slightly as she traces the lines of her body. She leans in, her breath warm on her patient's ear, and whispers, "Just relax." But as she moves lower, her patient's breath hitches, and she can't help but notice the growing dampness between her legs. The masseuse's heart races as she realizes the effect she's having, and she can't help but lean in, her tongue flickering out to taste her patient's skin, her oral desires taking over.