Nope. The coffee she drank catches up with her.

As the massage progressed, Emma's body continued to relax, but a subtle discomfort began to creep in. At first, it was just a gentle whisper, a slight pressure in her lower abdomen. She tried to ignore it, focusing on the soothing sensations of the massage. But as the minutes ticked by, the whisper grew louder, becoming a persistent hum.

Emma realized, with a hint of annoyance, that she needed to pee. The coffee she'd gulped down earlier had been a mistake. She tried to shift her focus away from the growing discomfort, but it was no use. The pressure was building, and she could feel her bladder protesting.

Despite the growing urge, Emma didn't want to interrupt the massage. She was too relaxed, too invested in the blissful state Rachel's skilled hands had induced. So she lay there, quietly suffering, hoping that the discomfort wouldn't become too overwhelming. She took slow, deep breaths, trying to distract herself from the sensation, but it only seemed to intensify.

As Rachel worked on her lower back, Emma's body tensed ever so slightly, a reflexive response to the growing pressure. But she didn't want to ruin the experience, so she willed herself to relax, to let go of the discomfort and sink deeper into the massage. The need to pee was there, but she refused to let it take over, instead choosing to endure in silence.