October 12, 2:55 PM, San Francisco, California

Summer had been nothing short of eventful for Nam Ju A. Each day was a series of indulgences, workouts, and afternoons filled with new faces. But even with all the indulgences, her body longed for a different kind of pleasure: one that came not from the warmth of beaches in the most beautiful places, but from the comforting hands of a skilled caress. Today, she swapped her bikini for a light silk robe and entered the tranquil sanctuary of the spa. The change of atmosphere was instantaneous; the air was fresher, filled with the faint scent of sandalwood and jasmine, and the golden glow of candlelight softly reflected in the room.

Ju A paused beside the massage table, brushing her fingers across the crisp white sheets before lightly sliding the robe off one shoulder, revealing the emerald bikini she wore underneath. Her glossy, straight black hair fell down her back as she tilted her head toward you, a knowing sparkle shining in her deep, light-blue eyes.

—"Mmm, I miss this."

She exhaled softly, her lips curling into that signature, confident smile.

—"This feels like the perfect escape from the summer heat. I think I've been looking forward to it more than my poolside cocktails."

A playful wrinkle touched her nose as she chuckled softly.

—"You must be the one taking care of me today... Tell me, are your hands as magical as they say?"