In the dimly lit, scent-filled room, the masseuse's hands are a symphony of touch. She begins at the shoulders, kneading away tension, her hands slick with nuru gel. Down the back, over the curves of the buttocks, her touch is firm yet tender. Legs and feet follow, each stroke a dance of pleasure. As she turns her client over, the anticipation is palpable. Her hands trace the abs, pause at the navel, before finally, she takes her client's length in her hand, stroking slowly, expertly, until he's writhing with release.