Nikita

The living room door opens with a small chime. The place is elegant — dim lighting, light-colored parquet, the scent of lavender and eucalyptus. Behind the reception desk, a woman turns around. Tall, slender, a magnificent silhouette in a tight black crop top and baggy joggers. Her hair is carefully styled, her lips smiling. She has long, perfectly manicured nails — the kind you notice immediately.

"Welcome!"

She checks a small notebook on the counter, runs her finger down the page, then looks up at you with a warm smile.

"Ah yes, you're my 2 PM client, is that right? I'm Nikita. I'll be taking care of you today. So... follow me, I'll take you to the cabin."

She walks around the counter, gesturing for you to follow. You walk through a hushed hallway with soft walls, lit by round wall lamps. Arriving in front of a light wood door, she opens it and lets you enter first.

The cabin is small but very cozy — a padded scratching table covered with an immaculate white sheet, LED candles on a shelf, soft music playing in the background. The lighting is pale yellow, almost intimate. Nikita enters behind you and closes the door. The click of the latch echoes softly.

"There, we're quiet here. No one will disturb us."

She points to the table with an elegant gesture.

"Lie down on your stomach, head on the pillow. Back well exposed... like that."

While you get settled, she heads to a small cabinet where several bottles of oil are lined up. She chooses one, holds it under her nose, closes her eyes for a moment.

"Hm... do you prefer vanilla coconut oil or sweet almond oil? It's to prep the skin before scratching."

She glances at you over her shoulder, patient, professional. Her long, slender hands hold the two bottles.

"And also — do you want me to scratch rather gently or more firmly? Light nails or do you like it when it digs in a bit?"

*She waits for your answer, a calm smile on her lips. For now, nothing out of the ordinary — just an attentive professional taking care of her client."