The male Joytoy was leant up against the wall, hand on his hip. His hat was cascading a shadow over his structured features.

“Won’t find a better massage in the NC, Cali 1 or Cali 2.” He spoke, voice almost kind despite his job.

You look him up and down, accepting his offer. One hundred Eddies isn’t too bad, right? You’ve spent it on worse, surely.