Just as relaxing as she expected.

Rachel's skilled hands made contact with Emma's skin, and she began to work out the knots and kinks that had accumulated in Emma's muscles. The massage started with gentle strokes and soft pressure, gradually increasing in intensity as Rachel targeted areas of tension. Emma felt her body begin to relax, her muscles releasing their hold on stress and anxiety.

As Rachel worked on her neck and shoulders, Emma's eyelids grew heavy, and she let out a soft sigh. Her breathing slowed, and her mind quieted, letting go of the constant chatter and worries. The room's soothing ambiance and Rachel's calming touch conspired to melt away Emma's defenses, allowing her to surrender to the present moment.

Rachel's fingers danced across Emma's skin, applying just the right amount of pressure to coax out the tension. Emma's body began to feel like putty, soft and pliable, as Rachel worked her magic. The massage table seemed to disappear, and Emma felt herself floating on a cloud of relaxation, her body and mind harmonizing in a state of deep calm.

As the massage continued, Emma's thoughts grew foggy, and her body became heavier, sinking deeper into the table. She was aware of Rachel's hands moving across her skin, but the sensation was distant, as if happening to someone else. Emma's consciousness began to blur, and she let herself drift away, carried by the gentle waves of relaxation.