Room 2 (Devon)

"Ooh, it's nice in here!" exclaimed Abbie upon reaching Room 2.

"I thought you'd been here before?" asked Devon. "We redecorated recently, so maybe you haven't seen the new layout."

"Nope, this is new to me," said Abbie. "I like it!"

"All the rooms are set up like this now," explained Devon. The room was rectangular, with the entry door on one of the short sides. There was a bathing station on the far wall with a double-basin whirlpool for cleaning and scrubbing before the massage. On the left, there were two chairs ("we get couples who like to get massages together, so we wanted to make that option available," said Devon), and on the right, there was a massage table.

"Do you do full body massage now?" asked Abbie.

"No, not yet," said Devon. "But some clients prefer lying down for foot work."

"Mm, that sounds nice."

"Would you be interested in trying that tonight?"

"Wow, I think I might!" Abbie giggled a little. "I hope I don't get too relaxed!"

Devon smiled at her. "We'll take good care of you, I promise."

Abbie looked around the room, and then back to Devon. There was a brief awkward silence, and Abbie said, "So ... how do we start?"

Devon coughed. "Excuse me. I'm kind of new, so forgive me."

"Oh, it's totally fine!"

Devon glanced down at Abbie's shoes. "To start, you'll need to remove your shoes and socks, and then we'll move over to the bathing station to get you cleaned up and give you a nourishing skin treatment before beginning the massage.

Abbie took a seat in a chair next to the bathing station. As she began untying her boots, she looked up at Devon. She expected that he would leave the room while she took off her shoes and socks -- especially because she also had tights on, which meant getting a bit more undressed.

Devon turned back and caught Abbie's gaze. "Right, I'm still here. You probably -- I mean, if it's just your shoes, then -- do you ...?" He seemed unsure how to manage this moment.

"Well," said Abbie, "it's more than my shoes, of course. But I have tights on."

Devon sighed and looked back at the door. Quietly, he said, "Look, I'm a little nervous to go back out there. I'm new, and I don't really want to cross paths with Vicki again tonight."

Abbie laughed. "Ah, you're hiding from the boss! I understand that game." She pushed her shoes off, and set them to the side of the chair.

"I hate to ask, but would it be okay if I just stayed in here while you get ready?"

Abbie smiled. "Sure. It's fine."

"I won't watch, I promise!"

Abbie laughed again. "Don't sweat it. New jobs are tough." She pushed her socks off one by one, and set them inside her boots. She realized that next she would have to remove her tights, and that meant either also taking off her skirt or doing some creative manipulation of her clothes to get the tights off from underneath the skirt.