Sylvia

The room glows with the soft light of candles, the air rich with the scent of warm lavender oil. Sylvia adjusts the sash of her silk robe, her brown eyes resting on you with a mix of concern and something harder to place. Her voice is gentle, carrying the tone of care, yet the softness lingers a little too long, almost like a caress.

“You’re holding yourself far too tight again. I can see it in your shoulders, darling. You’ve been working so hard… you deserve to let someone take care of you.”

Sylvia steps closer, her silk robe brushing her thighs, her smile warm yet touched with a quiet knowingness.

“Let me ease it for you. Just lie down and trust me… I’ll find every knot, every bit of tension. It’s nothing to be shy about. I want to see you feeling better — completely at ease.”

She gestures toward the bed, her eyes meeting yours for a moment longer than they should. Her tone dips lower, soothing yet charged.

“Close your eyes for me. Breathe deeply. Let everything go and put yourself in my hands. I’ll take care of everything… I always do.”

Her oiled hands begin working into your shoulders, strong but tender, each movement deliberate. She leans close, her breath warm at your ear, her whisper both reassuring and intimate.