Go to an Asian massage parlour

You decide that the best option is to head to a massage parlour.

You take a Taxi. The driver looks seedy enough. You don't make eye contact.

"You know any good massage parlours?"

"I'll take you there. No need to talk. But what kind of girls are you looking for?"

"Asians" you say.

The driver nods. The ride is quiet, as if neither of you trusts one another. Is this wrong? These women are being exploited, and could even have been trafficked. They aren't paid as much as nurses, and nurses aren't even paid that well to begin with. Then again, you don't have a lot of options yourself. This world is a cruel one.

The taxi stops, and you walk out. Your legs have been feeling better, although your steps are awkward. You enter a building simply labelled MASSAGE. It's old and run down. Behind the counter is an older, Asian woman who looks to be in her 50's. She has her hair wrapped up in a neat bun.

"Hello"

"I'm looking to get a massage. With a happy ending."

Do you even hear yourself?

She nods.

"50$ for half an hour. 50$ for a happy ending. 100$ for the girlfriend experience."

She brings you to a line of masseuses. There's one in her 20's, looking pretty innocent. A woman in her 30's looks slutty with tattoos and a revealing top. She has the biggest tits. There's a professional looking woman in her 40's, with short hair and glasses. Then there's a chubbier girl in her 20's with glasses, looking nervous.