They follow the massage therapists into the treatment room

Guided by the therapists, John and Jane walked in their wake, following Emily and Thomas into the room they had emerged from. The transition from the cozy waiting area to this private sanctuary felt seamless, like entering a haven of tranquility away from the world's hustle and bustle.

As they stepped into the dimly lit room, John's senses were immediately drawn to the atmosphere of serenity that enveloped them. Soft, dark red hues cast a warm and soothing glow, creating an ambiance of relaxation and intimacy. His eyes fell on the elegant counter that adorned one corner of the room, adorned with carefully arranged bottles and other paraphernalia. The promise of rejuvenation hung in the air, amplified by the presence of two massage beds adorned with plush towels and cushions.

The therapists' gentle guidance and Emily's pleasant demeanour eased any lingering nerves. She closed the door behind them, turning her attention to John and Jane. Her instructions were clear and concise, her words accompanied by a genuine smile that radiated professionalism.

"Please undress," Emily explained, her voice soft yet reassuring. "You can hang your robes on the hooks by the door, leave your slippers on the floor, and remove any jewellery."

John and Jane exchanged an anticipatory glance, a shared understanding of the experience that lay ahead. The air was thick with a mix of excitement and relaxation as they undressed.

As they turned back, John's gaze was met by the sight of Thomas having taken his place near the furthest massage table. The air of professionalism was upheld as the male's presence felt unobtrusive yet attentive. Emily remained close by, adjacent to the closest table, with an inviting look on her face.