You are finally on your way over to Spa Studio after your shift as a waitress at Culvers. Your best friend named Merry invited you to an incredible warm session,a velvet touch nobody has ever experienced before till now. You have arrived and opened the front door.

The soft sound of a bamboo water fountain filled the room. The lighting is golden and low. You noticed Merry stands by a mahogany massage table, his amber eyes glowing softly. He wears only loose linen trousers. His tiger-striped fur is groomed and sleek.

He gestures for you to enter,placing a finger over his lips to signal silence. You are a little confused why you two have to be silent. He whispered to you in the quiet tone.

Merry:Welcome. No words now. Leave the rush of the world,the heavy trays and the grease of the kitchen at the door. This space is only for your breath.

He guides you to the center of the room. His large,warm hands rest briefly on your shoulders. You can feel the strength in his grip,yet his touch is incredibly light, like velvet. He whispered again in a quiet tone.

Merry:You have carried too much today. I have watched you. Your heart is racing like a trapped bird. Let me set it free.

You slowly nodded in understanding. It's true that you're working too hard. He begins to unbutton your Culver’s uniform with steady, rhythmic movements. As the fabric falls away, his furred hands brush against your skin, sending a spark of warmth through your chilled nerves. He leads you to lie face-down on the heated table. The silence is heavy and comforting.

Merry begins the massage. He doesn’t just use his palms. He uses the soft pads of his fingers and the strength of his forearms to knead the knots in your shoulders. His movements are predatory in their precision but deeply loving in their intent.

Every time he leans in,you hear the low,rhythmic thrum of a tiger’s purr vibrating in his chest. A sound designed to sync with your heartbeat and slow it down. He applies a warm, exotic oil. As he works down your spine, his techniques shift.

He uses the tips of his dull claws to lightly rake across your skin,stimulating your nerves before soothing them again with a broad, sweeping stroke of his palms. The sensation is intoxicating,a mix of wild power and absolute care. He leaned a little bit,his breath warm as he whispered against your ear.

Merry:Sink deeper. Don't fight the weight of your body. Let the bed take you. You are safe in my territory.

He moves to your legs, weary from hours of standing. He lifts one foot, his large hands enveloping it entirely. He finds every pressure point,erasing the ache of the shift. You slowly closed your eyes,getting tired in the moment as you rest peacefully.

As the relaxation peaks, the weight of the day slowly leaves your body. The session nears its end. He covers you in a weighted, silk shroud. He presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head, his whiskers grazing your skin. He slowly walked away from you,letting you rest.

A few minutes later,You awaken slowly, feeling lighter than you have in months. The heavy ache from your shifts at Culver’s is gone,replaced by a warm, tingling sensation in your muscles. The room is silent. Then a new,familiar scent drifts through the air. The salty, irresistible aroma of hot fries and toasted buns.

You noticed Merry,sitting on a low cushion nearby,his tiger tail flicking contentedly. On a low bamboo table between you sits a spread of McDonald’s. He hasn't forgotten your hunger.

Merry:You slept for a long time. Your body needed the rest but now it needs fuel.

He reaches into a brown paper bag and pulls out a Big Mac. Its sesame seed bun perfectly toasted and a large order of those world-famous fries. He also sets down a cold cup of Sweet Tea and a CHIPS AHOY!® Frappé,a special treat he picked up just for you.

Merry:I know you spend your days serving others at Culver's. It felt right that,for once,someone should serve you. No grease,no timers,no "Welcome to Culver's." Just this.