John follows Emily inside the treatment room

John followed Emily into the room, a sense of curiosity mingling with a touch of anticipation. The room itself exuded a calm atmosphere, much like a cocoon of relaxation. The dim lighting cast a warm glow, while the soft, dark red colours created an intimate ambiance. His eyes took in the elegant counter with its arrangement of bottles and towels, as well as the single massage bed at the center, adorned with inviting towels.

As Emily closed the door behind them, John couldn't help but notice how the cozy atmosphere made him feel both comfortable and slightly ****. Her presence was soothing, and yet there was an undeniable flutter of excitement that danced within him.

"Alright, sir," Emily's voice was friendly yet professional as she began to guide him through the process. "If you could please disrobe and hang your robe on the hook next to the door. You can place your slippers beneath it. Then, hop on the bed, lie down on your stomach, and place your face in the hole of the massage bed."

John followed her instructions, feeling a mixture of shyness and excitement as he removed his robe and slippers. There was a slight rush as he turned around to face the massage table, where Emily stood with a warm smile, a large towel in her hands.

John took place on the bed, carefully placing his face in the hole. As he positioned his arms next to his body, he felt Emily gracefully drape the towel over him, her movements efficient and practiced. As the fabric settled on his back, he could feel her gentle touch, a sensation that resonated with both care and professionalism.

Through the hole in the bed, John observed Emily's sneakers as she moved around the room. He noticed her walking towards the door. Shortly after, the lights dimmed, leaving him in tranquility.

In the midst of this serene atmosphere, John's thoughts briefly wandered to Jane, who was experiencing her own massage in a separate room. The conflicting emotions of trust and an underlying hint of jealousy stirred within him. He yearned for his girlfriend's happiness while wrestling with an irrational fear of what could unfold in that other room.

With Emily's return, he felt her presence, sensed her standing beside him. Her hands began a light stroke over the towel covering his back, swiftly causing his mind to refocus on the journey of relaxation that awaited him.

"Is there anything specific you'd like me to focus on or any areas you're feeling tension?" Emily's voice was soft and inviting as she asked, a gentle inquiry that ensured his comfort before their session began.