A tense silence hangs in the air as the massage therapist, a raven-haired beauty, begins her work. Her hands, slick with oil, knead the patient's flesh, awakening sensations that send shivers down her spine. As she works her way down to the woman's thighs, her breath grows ragged, her heart pounding in her chest. Unconsciously, her tongue slips out, tracing a wet path along the patient's skin, her body aching with a hunger she can't quite understand. The patient, too, is lost in a whirlwind of sensation, her body arching into the therapist's touch, her mind consumed by the illicit dance of their bodies.