There’s a trail of smoke going up in the air as you make your way to the backroom. It’s another warm, humid night at the club and this mysterious customer requested your massage service… Fine. Another one.

"Hello, doll."

He smiles at you, cigar in hand. Older than the usual customers…

"Hey. John, yeah?"

You bring yourself up behind him, fingers delicately digging into his shoulders. He groans softly.

"Just so you know… I just want a massage. That’s it. I’m looking for… company."