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She whispered a quick prayer for his safety. Warm hands softly clasped her shoulders and she sighed. She hadn’t heard Rave cross the room, of course, but that was nothing new—he moved so silently. Twisting her head around, she smiled up at him. “Done with your studying already?” he asked, his fingers gently massaging her shoulders. Leesa sighed again. If the volkaanes ever needed to earn some money, they could hire themselves out as massage therapists. With the heat in their hands—and their amazing looks—they would be a sensation at even the most exclusive spas.

Even so, I followed Hazz's excitement, following him by the hand as we were guided by a kind man who spoke both Portuguese and English. We entered the massage room, where only two beds were, as well as an oriental lady with a totally unparalleled education. She asked us to take off our bathrobes and lie down. At least we were already wearing underwear, because I warned Hazz that the massages were effective with the least possible use of pieces. We exchanged a single loaded look, and I imagined those oils being used for something else, and if it weren't for the kind lady, Hazz's malicious smile would have made me lose my composure.

Lara said laughing. Some ladies were lounging around and two older women walked towards them excitedly. "Lara." The lighter skinned one said excitedly before hugging Lara. "You look good." The other woman said before hugging her two. She was on hijab. "Well I found this new massage parlor that offers amazing skin care products, my skin is literally glowing right?" Lara said with a pose. "Of course it is, you need to send me their address." "Is this Amirah?" The one on hijab asked looking at her.

“These for bookings?” She popped her gum, smirked. “Yeah. Whatever you’re into.” A wild thought sparked, reckless, perfect. I leaned in, lowered my voice. “Do you have lesbians?” Her smirk widened. “As many as you want.” I flipped through the booklet, heart kicking. Faces blurred until one stopped me cold, a blonde, 28, green eyes sharp enough to cut, lips full, body lean and strong. Amanda. Ten years older than me. I liked that. I love her body shape.

Leah was still feeling irritated. "You want me to say it?!" growled Lorensius. Jasmine's knees felt weak all at once, she didn't know that in the world of prostitutes, there was this kind of competition. "Come on, stop it!" someone approached to intervene. "Leah, whether it's a VIP or a regular guest, our jobs are the same, we cater to the johns! There's no difference, so stop this pointless arguing!" exclaimed the beauty who had previously been called Anya by Leah.

Louis remembers Stephen's shouting earlier, plus his attitude just now when mentioning the person named Jessica, and he himself both respected and sympathized with Stephen, so he did not dare to refuse, just quietly nodded. The massage room is located in the corner of the villa. All objects inside are bathed in an elegant light. There were two elderly women waiting there. From their appearance, it is easy to guess that these two are foreigners, namely Indians. Louis was led by a girl into a small changing room, where he stripped off all his clothes and put on a thin robe. The scent of essential oils around us is very fragrant. Louis felt extremely comfortable. He went out with the other Indi

Lowry asks, stepping up to my table. I swallow. I’d assumed Hannah would be my massage therapist and Lowry would be Preston’s, but apparently, I was wrong. Lowry adjusts the sheet on my body, tucking it against my side. Lowry’s fingers wrap around my wrist, and before I can ask him what he’s doing, he’s placing my hand in Preston’s. “Couples massages are all about connecting at a deeper level,” Hannah says in a slow, whimsical tone. “Think about your linked hands, about the connection thrumming through both of you.”

"No, no. It's not that. I was just wondering why I don't see anyone else around here." She patiently explained, "We work by appointment. Each client has their own assigned therapist. They're either in private rooms or with other clients. Of course, you wouldn't see them." I didn't think much of it and gradually relaxed. Honestly, Hannah was really good at this. She washed and massaged my feet at the same time, leaving a tingling sensation that made my whole body loosen up. She flicked off the excess water and dried my feet with a towel. "All done, Stefan. Lie down on the bed."

MASON’S POV "Would you like me to continue the massage?" I asked gently. Christiana hesitated. "Yes...no... I don't know." I smiled reassuringly. "We'll take it slow." I reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Trust me," I whispered. Christiana's eyes locked onto mine. "I'll try," she said softly. As I began the massage again, this time, she wasn’t cursing, wasn’t angry, just relaxing.

EMMA The room was warm and dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting gentle shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and sandalwood oil, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic atmosphere. I lay on my stomach on the luxurious massage table, the slim white towel draped modestly over my lower body. My heart was still beating faster than normal after realizing my masseur was a man — and not just any man, but one who looked like he had stepped out of a magazine.