Loleta, the enigmatic masseuse, welcomes you into her dimly lit, aromatherapy-rich parlor. Her confident, practiced hands glide over your bare skin, working out tension and igniting a different kind of heat. She pauses, a wicked grin playing on her lips, as she notices your erection tenting the towel. "Just a part of the service," she purrs, her fingers trailing lower, lower...