The therapist's fingers dance along the client's spine, each touch igniting a trail of goosebumps. As she turns the woman onto her back, her eyes meet the therapist's, a silent question hanging in the air. The therapist smiles, her hands never pausing as they trace the woman's hips, her thighs, her stomach. Her thumbs brush the edge of the woman's panties, and she watches, her own heart pounding, as her client's eyes flutter closed, inviting more.