Patience is waning
"In here," Elena's voice floated from the massage room, accompanied by the gentle strains of calming music playing in the background.
As Blake entered, he was greeted by a sight he had never seen before—the well-decorated massage chamber.
Soft lighting cast a warm, ambient glow, while tranquil nature scenes adorned the walls. Plush reclining chairs or massage tables, adorned with soft, clean linens, beckoned invitingly.
The air was fragrant with the soothing scent of aromatherapy, adding to the serene atmosphere.
Elena stood beside the meticulously arranged massage table, a silk brown sheet draped over its surface.
She wore a white towel wrapped around her chest, the hem grazing just above her knees, revealing a glimpse of her toned thighs. Blake, in contrast, sported shorts and a white vest, his muscular abs concealed beneath the fabric.