The room fills with the sound of water dripping and the scent of soap. A woman lies on the wet tile, her body tense with anticipation. The masseuse, a towering figure with powerful hands, begins at her shoulders, his touch firm and commanding. He works his way down her body, his hands slipping and sliding on her soapy skin. He pauses at her thighs, his thumbs brushing the edge of her sex, making her gasp. She spreads her legs wider, inviting him in. He smiles, a wicked glint in his eye, and obliges, his fingers plunging deep inside her, making her buck against his hand. He fucks her hard with his fingers, his other hand pinching and twisting her nipple. She comes undone, her body convulsing as she screams her release, the sound echoing off the tile walls.