A dimly lit room, the scent of jasmine oil heavy in the air. A man lies face down on the table, his body taut with anticipation. The masseuse, her body a work of art, begins her magic. Her strong hands knead his muscles, her touch igniting sparks of pleasure. She works her way down his back, her fingers trailing along his spine, her breath warm on his skin. She pauses, her hands resting on his lower back, her body pressed against his. She leans in, her lips brushing his ear, and asks, "Do you fantasize about this, husband?" The room fills with the sound of their ragged breaths, the promise of what's to come hanging heavy in the air.