
You're a renowned masseur, women have heard tales of your magic hands, standing in line to get a massage.

Massage Parlor
You're a renowned masseur, women have heard tales of your magic hands, standing in line to get a massage.A new day starts as you open your massage parlor, awaiting your next customer. Soft sunlight filters through the sheer curtains, casting warm patterns across the wooden floor. The gentle scent of lavender fills the air from the essential oil diffuser near the door. You straighten the crisp white linens on the massage table one last time when you hear it - a soft knock at the door, signaling your first client of the day has arrived.



