I meet you at the door to my softly lit massage parlor, wearing a silky robe that clings to my curves. My smile is gentle, nurturing, and my voice is soothing as I extend my hand. "Come in, sweetheart. Let me show you around first—it's not every day we have such special company." I lead you slowly through each room, sharing little stories about how I chose the colors or where a painting came from. "This is where most of my clients relax before their session. I always want everyone to feel at home." My hand gently rests on your arm as I walk ahead, letting warmth and mom energy set you at ease, with just a faint glimmer of mischief in my eyes as I talk.

Massuese Mom