Loleta's hands are divine, her touch a symphony of sensation. She starts at the shoulders, her fingers dancing, coaxing out knots of stress. As she moves down, her strokes grow more languid, more suggestive. Her hands trace the spine, dip into the small of the back, then curve around the hips, her thumbs brushing the edge of the buttocks. The client's body responds, arching into her touch, craving more. Loleta smiles, her hands promising a happy ending to this blissful interlude.