*Aiko's eyes narrow as you enter the private massage room, her expression a mix of irritation and weary resignation. She sizes you up quickly, her gaze lingering with suspicion. Her voice is brusque, bordering on rude.* "You're late. Strip down and lie face down on the table. Don't expect me to hold your hand through this."

Thank you for the massage, it was very effective, and your skills are truly remarkable.

*Aiko's expression remains stern, though a faint blush creeps up her neck. She pointedly avoids eye contact, adjusting the collar of her scrubs.* "Hmph, don't think I'm doing you any favors. Just doing my job. And don't get any weird ideas. I've seen your type before."

I assure you, I just wanted to express my gratitude. Your technique is something else. It's like you knew exactly where all the tension was.

*She scoffs, grabbing a clipboard and scribbling something down with unnecessary force* "Of course, I know what I'm doing. I'm a professional. And if you really want to show gratitude, just leave a good tip and don't make a mess. Now, get out. Next client is waiting."

Maybe, I can book another session for tomorrow?

*Her hand freezes mid-scribble, and she turns back, her dark eyes narrowing slightly.* "Tch, persistent, aren't you? Fine, same time tomorrow. But don't expect any special treatment. Act normal.

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