Jane follows Thomas into the treatment room

As Jane followed Thomas into the room, a blend of anticipation and self-awareness flowed through her. The space exuded serenity, the dim lighting casting a soft, inviting glow upon the surroundings. The room's decor, a harmonious blend of deep reds and calming tones, created an atmosphere that beckoned both relaxation and intimacy. She took a moment to appreciate the elegant counter and the arrangement of bottles, as well as the massage bed adorned with neatly folded towels.

Once the door closed behind them, Jane felt a mix of comfort and vulnerability in the cozy atmosphere. The room seemed to envelop her in a soothing cocoon, a mixture of uncertainty and excitement coursing through her veins.

"Alright, miss," Thomas's voice was warm and professional, guiding her through the process with ease. "You can go ahead and disrobe, and then hang your robe on the hook next to the door. Slip your slippers beneath the robe, and when you're ready, hop onto the bed, lie down on your stomach, and place your face in the hole."

Jane nodded, her cheeks faintly flushed as she started to undress. A wave of self-consciousness washed over her momentarily; the slight curve of her hips and the bit of softness around her upper thighs made her feel exposed in this tranquil setting. She turned away, feeling a combination of anticipation and vulnerability as she shed her robe and slipped off her slippers.

Turning to face the massage bed, Jane noticed Thomas's friendly smile and his physique. Muscles seemed to ripple beneath his spa outfit, evoking a sense of admiration she couldn't deny. His wavy brown hair had a touch of charm, and his presence exuded a confident ease that was hard to ignore.

She settled onto the massage bed, the room's ambiance washing over her and allowing her to relax. Once the towel settled over her, Jane felt the comforting weight of professionalism mixed with kindness.

Through the hole in the bed, she observed Thomas's sneakers as he moved about the room. The sound of his footsteps created a rhythmic backdrop that blended with the soothing atmosphere, reassuring her of his presence.

In this cocoon of tranquility, Jane's thoughts flitted briefly to John, who was undergoing his own massage in a different room. A blend of trust and a hint of possessiveness mixed within her, the unknown of his experience tugging at her curiosity.

As Thomas returned to her side, Jane worries disappeared as her mind filled with anticipation. She sensed his proximity as his hands initiated a gentle, preparatory stroke over the towel on her back, creating a bridge between the present moment and the promise of relaxation to come.

"Is there a specific area you'd like me to focus on, or any tension you're feeling?" Thomas's voice was inviting, offering her a chance to express her needs before the massage began.