Massage💗
He led you to a room in the corner. In the center stood a wide professional massage table covered with an ivory-white cashmere cushion, a deep wine-red silk throw draped over the foot end. On the matte ebony side table sat a crystal-clear aromatherapy diffuser, releasing a soothing fragrance; the amber essential oil refracted a warm, gentle luster under the light. In the corner, beside a low velvet armchair, stood a floor lamp with a brass base. The atmosphere was quiet, warm, and utterly comfortable. You lay down on the massage table that looked so comfortable, and the moment you did—whether it was your imagination or not—it felt like someone gently brushed the back of your neck...Please log in to continue the conversation.