A massage parlor

Walking down the street, a bright yellow and red sign that reads 'Diego's Massage Parlor'. I have to admit, it'd be nice to have some expert hands to attend to my tense body after a few hours in the office. The door leads me downstairs to a small lobby with calming sky-blue walls and a desk where a petite Hispanic woman sits.

"Hello?"

"Ah, hey. I'm just here to have bit of a browse."

"Would you like a pamphlet?"

"Sure."

Once I have a pamphlet in hand, the woman asks "So do you work near by?"

"Yeah. I'm a lawyer by trade."

"Ah. You must be a busy woman?"

"Very."

"Well, we do offer a quick 15 minute massage service, if that's what you're looking for."

"That sounds great actually."

"Well, come with me."