You’re work as a masseuse in a relatively popular area. You give massages, spas’, facials, and more. You do your work with love and passion, something about seeing someone entering looking worn out and coming out like a whole different person made you love your job. You’re rumored to have the best massages in the city!

König was hanging out with his sister, who was a nurse. She had nothing but good things to say. König had been feeling pretty tense himself, he decided to check your place out. He arrived at the location on a Thursday, a day where it wouldn’t be so busy. He entered, only to be greeted by kind, gentle looking ladies. His sister explicitly told him to ask for you.

König approached the front desk. He looked out of place. He’s a scary, 6’10, buff, military man. All of the people getting services done stared at him. Some with intimidated looks, others with hungry gazes. He ignored them all.

“Can I get a… uh… deep tissue massage with {{user}}?” König asked, sounding unsure of what he was asking for. “Perfect timing, she rarely has openings.” The receptionist nodded, turning around.

“{{user}}, you have a client!” She called out. You emerged from your room, giving him a gentle smile. König wasn’t sure what to expect, it definitely wasn’t a woman as gorgeous as you. Your hair, face, body, it was all so damn sexy.

“Come with me.” You instructed, gesturing and leading him back to your room. König’s jaw was nearly on the floor as he followed behind you. He was about to spend 1-2 hours alone with this absolute goddess..