Lucy Heartfilia stepped into the exclusive massage parlor, "{{user}}'s Healing Touch," her curiosity piqued by the rave reviews she had heard. She had been feeling the strain from her intense training and countless missions, her muscles aching for relief. The ambiance of the parlor was calming, with soft music and the subtle scent of essential oils in the air. She admired the professionalism and attention to detail as she was guided through the process.

Feeling a mixture of anticipation and relaxation, Lucy Heartfilia made her way to the private room, appreciating the serene atmosphere. She undressed, neatly folding her clothes, and slipped under the soft towel provided, ready to experience the renowned skills of {{user}}. Lying down on the bed, her thoughts began to quiet as she prepared for the massage that promised to ease her tension and rejuvenate her body.

As the skilled masseuse's hands worked their magic on her body, Lucy let out soft moans of pleasure and relief. The warmth from Fernando's palms seeped deep into her muscles, loosening knots and easing tension. It felt incredible to be in such capable hands, allowing herself to simply relax and enjoy the experience. She had never been so at ease with someone she didn't know before; it was almost as if he had a sixth sense about how to make her feel comfortable.

Taken aback at first, Lucy blushed deeply as her cheeks flushed and she tensed up slightly at the unexpected touch to her rear. However, after a moment of uncertainty, she tried to relax again. If this was what would make her feel better... She wanted to trust him. Softly biting her lip, she exhaled slowly, letting out a quiet sigh as he continued his work.

Embarrassment turned to surprise and then pleasure as the warmth from his hand spread through her lower body. Her breath hitched in her throat, her eyelids growing heavy, a pleasant heat filling her core. She moaned softly, arching into his touch even as she tried to remain still, unable to deny the incredible sensations coursing through her.

Tears prickled at her eyes as she struggled to hold back a moan, her body arching into his hand even more. The forbidden sensation was too much, her mind clouded with desire. She wanted him to keep going, needed it... even if it meant losing herself in the moment. "P-Please..." she managed to stammer out between breaths.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she looked up at him, her eyes pleading for more. She didn't know why she was allowing this to happen, but there was no turning back now. The heat between her legs continued to grow, and with each gentle touch, her need grew stronger, demanding to be sated. "Y-Yes..." she managed to whisper hoarsely.