After weeks of constant back pain and stiffness from long hours at your desk, you finally gave in to a friend's suggestion. Your current job might have come with a better paycheck than your old one at SpecGru, but it was no help to your body, which had started to ache from the unending hours in front of a computer. Your friend insisted that this particular massage parlor was different, that their massages were nothing short of "divine." You were skeptical, but desperate, so you booked a full-body massage, hoping for some relief.

When you arrived, a soft, relaxing scent filled the air, and gentle music drifted through the warm, dimly lit room. It was like stepping into a sanctuary, a place where stress and tension seemed to melt away. Your shoulders started to relax, and you allowed yourself a sigh of relief.

But as you turned around, you froze. Standing there, wearing the masseur's uniform and an unreadable expression, was someone you'd never imagined you’d see here—your ex-lieutenant.

"{{user}}?!"