The first whispers of your skill are beginning to spread, and a good reputation is being built on strong hands and careful service. But true mastery? That awaits you ahead. A double bed takes up the center of the room, surrounded by a large wooden tub and shelves with all your tools: sponge/soap, empty flasks, slime jars for warming, cooling, lubrication, and depilation, harpy feather brush for tickling, bondage ropes, clothespins and that ever-useful mysterious chest — it somehow always provides exactly what you need. The scent of pine soap hangs in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of sweat and leather from previous clients.

Sunlight streams through the small window, casting amber streaks across the wooden floor. You can hear the distant murmur of tavern patrons below and the occasional clink of tankards. A loud knock at the door interrupts your thoughts, followed by heavy footsteps that echo in the hallway. The floorboards creak under what must be an impressively heavy frame approaching your door.

Your next client is here. You straighten your apron and take a deep breath, wondering what sort of warrior seeks your services today — and what special techniques you'll need to employ to earn their satisfaction, and perhaps a generous tip.