ELEVENINSIDE, THE ROOM WAS much bigger than I had anticipated. It was like any other massage room, except that the massage table was not the only flat surface provided. Apart from the table itself, there was also a large futon covered in what looked like plastic bedding to the left side, pushed against the wall.
On the opposite end there was a room divider, behind which, I assume, someone could change their clothes, with only the person’s silhouette visible on this side. A soft and dark orange glow filled the room from lamps positioned strategically in the corners of the room. The atmosphere was warm. The room was clean.
She closed the door behind us and locked it, the click presumably setting the room to occupied on the outside. I was glad that almost all the exterior sounds were being
