Lan led him down a short hall and into a dimly lit room with a massage table, a single chair, and a table.
"Would you like soft music or quiet?"
"Quiet, I guess."
"Oil?"
"Sure, I guess."
"The other option is dry. Oil is better," she clarified.
"Okay," he said nervously.
"Russ, relax. No one is going to bite you. This will be very relaxing," Lan assured him.
"Okay. I've just never had a massage before."
"Never?" she asked.
"Never."
"That's a shame. They're awesome. I'll step out. Take everything off and put your clothes on the chair. There's a towel on the table so you can cover your bottom. Lay on your stomach with your face here," she said pointing to the padded hole in the table.
Lan turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. Russ sat on the chair and removed his
