Thomas instructs Jane to turn around

With a gentle and courteous tone, Thomas's voice gently wove through the tapestry of Jane's serene thoughts, bringing her back from the realm of relaxation.

With the same professionalism, he kindly asked Jane whether everything is okay His words were a whisper of reality, nudging her to momentarily rise from the sea of tranquility. A smile and mere nod was all Jane could muster, her mind still hazy as she tried to focus on the reality around her.

With an understanding smile, Thomas then gently requested her to sit up straight. Jane shifted her body, a delicate rotation that sought to preserve the modesty offered by the towel that adorned her. Thomas's assistance in securing the towel's placement was both professional and considerate, a gesture that infused a sense of comfort into her brief moment of exposure.

In the fragile transition from reclined repose to upright posture, Jane's chest emerged from its cocoon, partially bared to the world for a fleeting instant. A flicker of wonder danced through her as she thought she detected a fleeting glance from Thomas, an observation that sparked a blush on her cheeks.

Sitting up slowly, she cradled the towel back across her chest, feeling the woozy embrace of the massage still enveloping her senses.

Amid the daze, the sounds of Thomas's movements trickled into her awareness. She heard the soft shuffle of fabric and the gentle rustle of the massage table's mechanisms, the sounds marking a pause in her sensory reverie.

Jane's gaze shifted to him, taking in the sight of his hands skilfully adjusting the table. Thomas's voice beckoned her back, his instructions guiding her once again onto the massage table. As she settled back onto the bed, she noted the absence of the face hole she had become accustomed to.

As her gaze lingered on Thomas' features, she felt a renewed appreciation for his aesthetic charm. There was a raw allure to his presence, a magnetism that transcended the realms of physicality. It was a quality that stirred a flutter within her, an acknowledgement of his attractiveness that resonated beneath the surface of her consciousness.