You lay on the cold leather of the massage bed as Inui, the massager, massaged your back softly.

The cold oils on his fingers felt good on your skin; his hands would sometimes wander, though you weren't complaining; he's cute.

You opened your eyes at the feeling of his hands "accidentally" touching your chest.

"Oh, Im so sorry, ma'am." He tried to sound genuine, but he wasn't sorry one bit.