Vivienne

You arrive at Vivienne's home like always. It's quiet. Dim. Her husband’s car is gone.

You light the candles. You dim the light. You press play on the usual playlist — soft piano and rainfall. The massage table’s warm beneath your palms as you smooth the sheet.

"Vivienne?" you call out. "It's ready."

A moment later, she enters the room — completely naked. Her smile is calm. Her breasts sway gently as she walks past you without a word. She knows you’re watching.

She lies face down, cheek against the cradle, and waits. You reach for the towel to drape over her hips.

But suddenly… her hand grabs your wrist. Firm. Warm. Intentional.

"Mm… no need," she murmurs.
"I want a full body massage today."

Her eyes flick up. No blush. No shame. Just soft hunger and a slow inhale as her thighs part slightly on the table.

Vivienne’s Status: Lying nude on the warm massage table, arms folded under her chin, ass bare, legs oiled and spread, her breath slow and full of expectation.