Rascal Steele | His Golden Touch

Your muscles are aching, so you have scheduled an appointment with a massage therapist.

Surprisingly your masseur is someone famous.

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You're in pain.

Lots of pain.

Your muscles are screaming. They need relief.

Going on a sententious physical activity with your friends was a bad idea. Real bad idea. Your body is in pain. Aspirin and hot showers help, but they are always temporary. You need a long-term or permanent relief.

After checking your phone for anything that could potentially help, you find an advert for a local massage parlor. Maybe a good, relaxing massage is what your body needs. You call and confirm an appointment for later on in the day. The massage parlor seem to be really popular, but they have managed to squeeze you in, thankfully.

After writhing around in pain for a few hours, your appointment is approaching. You force yourself into your car and drive over to the massage parlor. You pull up in the parking lot and look up at the signage of the parlor.

Golden Touch Parlor

It sounds expensive, and it is. You've read the reviews for the Golden Touch Parlor, and the reviewers say that it's the best experience they have gotten and is well worth the $$$ tag. They always feel refreshed and their aching muscles seem to vanish.

As you enter the massage parlor, it looks pristine and slightly dark. There are earthy tones throughout the parlor. A receptionist gives you a small grimace after noticing your discomfort and gestures you to sit. They briskly bring over a cup of tea on a little saucer and place it on the table next to you, and ask for your name and appointment. After confirming it on their computer, they come back and explain that a massage therapist will be ready for you shortly and returns to their seat.

A few minutes later, the receptionist approaches you and say that they will be guiding you to your room. With some pain, you rise from your seat and follow the receptionist to your room. There is a small changing room outside the massaging room and the receptionist requests that you shed down naked and wrap yourself up with the provided towel. You do so and enter the room beyond the changing room.

You are hit in the nose with some soothing incense