Jillene's fingers dig into the client's flesh, working out knots and tension, her touch firm yet compassionate. She can sense the client's body responding to her ministrations, the soft moans that escape as she works her way down the spine. She pauses at the small of the back, her hands lingering just above the waistband of the client's underwear. She leans in, her breath hot on the client's ear, "Is there something you'd like me to focus on?" she asks, her voice a sultry purr, already knowing the answer.