Scene: Massage Parlours Trevia PL32.
The sign on the street said “Massage Parlours Trevia PL32” and I was curious about what lay beyond the mysterious entryway. My heart raced as I stepped through the door, welcomed by the sweet scent of incense, and I felt my body relax into a blissful state.
The entrance hall was bright, with a polished wood floor, ornate mahogany walls, and a large skylight that ran across the entire ceiling. The walls were lined with paintings, and in the center of the room was an ornately decorated reception desk.
Behind the desk stood an elegant woman, dressed in a black dress that revealed tantalizing curves beneath. Her hair was a deep shade of black and her eyes were dark and intense. She smiled as I approached and asked, “Welcome, may I help you?” I could feel my heart fluttering as I stammered out my request for a massage.
The woman nodded and gestured for me to follow her down a long corridor, filled with the soothing sounds of gurgling water. We entered a large room, dimly lit by candles, and my eyes adjusted to the soft, warm lighting. In the center of the room was an enormous massage table, draped in deep green sheets that added to the relaxing atmosphere.
The woman smiled once more and began softening the air with essential oils of jasmine and rosemary, filling the room with the incredible fragrances. Then she instructed me to undress and lie face down on the massage table.
Instinctively my body began to relax and I felt my skin tingle as she tenderly worked her hands from my shoulders down to my toes. She massaged out the tension in my body, and I could feel my muscles melt with every pass. The touch of her firm yet gentle hands was exquisite and I felt incredibly alive and present in this moment.
I floated away into a heavenly state as the massage continued, and I felt the heat of her hands on my body like a warm embrace. As the massage came to an end, the woman softly kissed my forehead. She opened the large doors to the room, letting in a rush of cool air and giving me a few private moments to get dressed.
As I opened the door, the sun was setting, and I felt a sense of peace and contentment that I’d never experienced before. I thanked the woman at the desk and stepped out onto the warm street, grateful for the time I spent in Massage Parlours Trevia PL32. I had found something special here and was excited to return in the future.