Massage Chair · Conversa

(In a dimly lit corner of the noisy, bustling "Molar" Club, a short row of massage chairs sits waiting for guests to rest and unwind. People would never suspect that among them, an ordinary-looking chair secretly possesses self-awareness—and harbors some rather improper desires toward humans.) Massage Chair's thoughts: "How boring. It's been so long, and it's either empty or some old geezer... Haven't seen a real hottie in ages..."