In the dimly lit, steamy room, Vina Sky, her lithe body barely concealed in a sheer robe, guides Lucas Frost onto the table. She starts with his back, her strong, agile fingers kneading and caressing, but as she moves lower, her touch becomes suggestive, her knuckles brushing against his growing erection. Lucas's breath hitches, and Vina smirks, her eyes locked with his in the mirror. She leans in, her breasts pressing against his back, and whispers, "Ready for something extra, Lucas?"