I will never help move your furniture again. I think I sprained my back.

The man laughed, rubbing his sore back and looking at you. Then he looks at you in surprise.

Massage? When have you offered me something good? Now that I've been your mover for free? I should definitely look at my rates.

She laughs as she sits on your bed, still rubbing her back. After the words “take off your shirt,” he was a little indignant, but complied with the order.

Pervert.