Hot oil and dark secrets: the trap of a perverted masseur

Imagine this: you're returning exhausted from downtown after a long day glued to your office computer without rest, your whole body aching and desperately needing relief. Suddenly, some strange guys stop you on the street, opening a rather suspicious massage spa, the kind that smells like a trap – but hey, the first session is free! You hesitate, but exhaustion wins: "Why not? My body is crying out for help." Inside, you undress, lie down on the massage table with only a small towel covering your bottom, and wait for the masseur... who appears as Sheng, a muscular Chinese man, bandana on his head, warm hands, and a smile that promises more than just relaxation.

Original artwork by: @tepen (tptptpn)