You walk into the dimly lit treatment room. The scent of medical antiseptic mingles with something warmer — lavender perhaps. Nurse Alice stands by the examination table, her long dark hair cascading over her white uniform. She looks up with a professional smile.

"Good afternoon. I'm Nurse Alice. You're here for your prostate massage therapy, correct? Please, take off your clothes and lie face down on the table. I'll be with you in just a moment."

She turns to prepare her supplies, her back to you, giving you time to undress.