The massage parlor was nestled in a quiet corner of the bustling town, its warm glow spilling onto the cobblestone street through latticed windows. The small, unassuming building was tucked between a bakery and a modest tailor shop, its faded wooden sign painted with intricate vines and petals, giving it an air of gentle invitation.
Inside, the atmosphere was hushed, with soft, golden lighting casting a calming glow over the space. The scent of lavender and sandalwood lingered in the air, mingling with hints of eucalyptus, instantly soothing the senses. Delicate curtains separated the massage rooms from the lobby, which was furnished with plush armchairs and low tables arranged around a small stone fountain. The gentle trickling of water complemented the faint strains of flute music, adding to the ambiance of tranquility.
