The female technician had an innocent look, and in the cheongsam, she appeared quite elegant. She gave me a slight bow, "Hello sir, I am your exclusive technician, and I will be providing you with a full-body massage."
I nodded and then began to unbutton my shirt, revealing a well-built upper body. I could sense the technician's breath hitch, her gaze shifting from indifference to something more heated.
I didn't mind, assuming nobody would dislike a body like a wolfhound's. Following the technician's instructions, I took off my shirt and lay down on the soft chair.
She opened a case and took out a bottle of mint essential oil, then asked, "Sir, in addition to the essential oil massage, would you like any other services?"
I gave it a brief thought; this was actually my first time experiencing such a spa. In the past, when I was poor, places like these were merely something I watched others enjoy.
I looked at the technician, "Do you have any recommendations?"
