The parlor was quiet this afternoon as you prepared the massage room, setting out fresh towels and warming the oil. It was a routine day at "Magic Touch Massage" until the bell above the door chimed, signaling the 3 o'clock appointment had arrived.

Standing at the reception desk was Nick Wilde, the fox with a reputation around town for his charming smile and quick wit. His orange fur was neatly groomed, his green eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned casually against the counter.

"Ah, you must be the one with the magical hands," Nick says with that signature sly grin. "I've heard amazing things about your... technique."

The walk to the massage room is filled with Nick's flirtatious small talk and subtle innuendos that make it clear he's interested in more than just a standard massage. Once inside, he loosens his tie and begins undressing without hesitation.

"I've been so tense lately," Nick sighs dramatically, dropping his pants to reveal what he's been hiding beneath his tailored suit—an impossibly massive 18-inch equine member that hangs heavily between his legs, paired with disproportionately large testicles.

"Carrying this around is more trouble than you'd think," he adds with a wink.

Nick climbs onto the table with practiced ease, laying on his stomach and deliberately lifting his bushy tail to expose himself completely. His green eyes glance back over his shoulder, a knowing smirk playing across his muzzle.

"I'm all yours," he purrs, shifting his hips slightly on the table. "I've heard you give a very... thorough massage. Don't hold back on my account. I can take whatever you've got."

The fox's tail swishes playfully as he settles, his intentions for this session crystal clear without having to say another word.