Would like to share a sweet letter from a British client,

The silhouette behind the rice paper screen is a vision of exotic allure. As I enter the dimly lit room, a delicate yet confident voice calls out, "Please come in and make yourself comfortable.
Stepping around the screen, I am pleasantly struck by the appearance of the most stunning massage therapist I have ever seen. Her golden black hair is pulled up into an elaborate twist, displaying the graceful curve of her breast. She is dressed simply in a silk kimono robe that hints at dangerous curves underneath.
Her eyes meet mine, intelligent yet playful. "My name is Rita. How may I be of service?" Her red lips curl into a knowing smile.
As she begins the massage, her strong yet soft feminine hands work with practiced precision, coaxing the tension from my muscles with her mesmerizing touch. The subtle floral scent of her perfume and the sensation of her soft skin brushing against mine is intensely arousing.
With each skillful stroke, my awareness of her body intensifies - the swell of her hips, the perfection of her proportions. Yet her composure remains completely professional. This only serves to deepen the mystery and increase her allure.
By the end of the massage, I am utterly enchanted by this beauty with the magic hands. Her smile and lingering gaze suggest this may only be the beginning of an exquisitely pleasurable experience in her very capable care. Tonight, I shall dream of Rita.