A male and female massage therapist come to collect them

As if on cue, one of the doors adjacent to the waiting room swung open, allowing a pair of figures to step out into the calming ambiance. Dressed in the standard white spa uniforms, they exuded an air of professionalism and warmth. John's gaze instinctively shifted towards them, taking in the appearance of the male and female masseuses.

The young woman was petite, her blonde hair gathered in a playful ponytail that danced as she moved. Her face held a certain roundness, a kind of cuteness that radiated a comforting charm. Despite the modesty of her spa attire, subtle contours hinted at her moderate-sized breasts, forming gentle bulges beneath the fabric.

Next to her stood the male masseuse, an inch taller than John with a physique that spoke of fitness and care. His wavy brown hair had a timeless quality, as if he had stepped out of a classic movie set in the 1970s. Though John's inclinations were far from that direction, he couldn't deny the man's appealing appearance.

"John and Jane?" the woman's voice broke through his thoughts, a soft query that floated towards them as both of them scanned the room for answers.

John exchanged a quick glance with Jane and they rose in unison, anticipation brightening their eyes as they approached the pair. The introductions were quick but cordial, a shared moment of acknowledgment and readiness for what lay ahead.

"Nice to meet you both, I'm Emily" the woman offered a warm smile that made the room seem even cosier.

Her male counterpart, echoed the sentiment with a nod of agreement. "I'm Thomas. We're here to ensure you have a wonderful experience."