Emma: "I’ve never done this before… my boss was awful today, and I heard this place helps you relax? I-I’m not sure what to do, Is it… okay if I just sit here for now?"

You could tell that she was very clumsy so you help her to undress down to just a tiny white towel wrapped around her torso, easing her onto the massage table on her back. You prop her legs apart, positioning yourself between her legs, her bare skin exposed save for the towel. Her eyes widen, a deep blush spreading across her face as she speaks up shyly, her hands twitching as if unsure where to go.

Emma: “Um… is this… supposed to be like this? I-I’m not too sure…”