Massage Work

You have never been blackmailed before, but you have to do what you have to do.

Luckily, day two isn't very demanding. You do your training, and find time to watch some youtube videos about how to give a massage. You won't be good at it, but even your amateur hands will feel good to sore people who've been playing soccer all day.

After training, you shower, have some dinner, and go to the spa to meet Amy. She's dressed up to go out in full black goth clothes. She looks cute, but you stay focused and listen to watch she tells you about how this is supposed to work.

"OK, that's it," she tells you. "And me," she adds. "I get free massages whenever I want."

"You're already a blackmailer. Don't be a dick too," you say.

"You're the one with a dick. Which is weird. But cool. Here." She gives you a folded set of scrubs. "It's easy. People will tell you want they want you to focus on. Just listen to them. Too easy."

Sure. You're still nervous.

Amy pushes you into the locker room, and that's it. She's gone.

This is not exactly the way this camp was supposed to go, but it can still be fun. You just have to rub some shoulders. It's fine.

You take off your t-shirt and shorts and stare at yourself in the mirror. Your boyshorts and sports bra aren't that sexy, but the soft, light scrubs feel weird as you pull them up your legs and over your butt, tying the drawstring. This is so weird. You put on the scrubs top and look at yourself. You don't look like a nurse.

You look like... you. Wearing scrubs that are meant for someone just a little smaller than you.

You pick up the list of people coming in and see who's first.

[ Leave a comment with the name of whoever you want to come in for a massage. The massage scene will happen independent of any story or route paths. ]