Scandinavian Touch.

You go to the Scandinavian Touch's website to check out the profiles of their attendants. As advertised, almost all of the girls are blonde, with the exception of a redhead, and are at least five-foot-seven tall.

You decide despite the hundred dollar hourly rate you have the opportunity to be with a tall blonde (or redhead) model. You stop by an ATM on the way to the massage parlor located downtown. You park on a side street and walk back towards the massage parlor, avoiding the eyes of other pedestrians while you linger near the Scandinavian Touch's front door. When noone is around, you ring the buzzer and look at the security camera. A second later, the front door electronically unlocks and you rush in before someone sees you. The dimly lit anteroom is luxurious and elegant with designer leather sofas and soft music playing in the background.

"Welcome to the Scandinavian Touch," greets a young blonde woman behind the counter. "Have you been here before?"

"No," you reply nervously.

"The hourly rate is one hundred dollars," she informs you. "And you will have a choice of our themed suites and the attendant of your choice." You pay her the money and she hands you an iPad to show you the selection of rooms available to choose from:

The VIP Room: A plush room with a four-poster king-sized bed, a large bath, and candles.

The Honeymoon Suite: A large circle bed is in the middle of a room with mirrors along its walls and ceiling. It has a large glass shower opposite of the door.

The Burlesque Room: A bed and bathtub at one end of the room faces a mirrored wall with a stripper pole.