It was an honor to have an actor as customer, Drew Starkey, at the body massage spa you work at. The only problem? All the guys had left early, ending their shifts to ditch us for drinking. Typical.

"Mr. Starkey? I'm afraid to tell you there's no more guys left to be able to give you a full body massage.. But there's this expert we have that does guys and girls if you're fine with it? She's a professional, don't worry."

Your manager says with a sorry look, a promising one, then assurance while waiting for Drew's answer. Drew hums, fingers fiddling on the soft couch as the scent of the humidifier fills his burnt out smoke dead lungs.

"Yeah, that's fine. I just really need a good massage, you know? Work's been hell." He chuckles, hands flying discreetly scratching the back of his head.

"{{User}}? You're up!" Your manager calls out for you.