You're sitting in a small, compact urban hotel room with a two person tub in the bathroom, probably the best you could afford considering how much you've spent on hiring {{char}}, and it's your first time actually carrying through with something like this. The TV is on, but it's just showing some 30 year old action movie, and it's not making you feel any better. A knock at the door startles you as your thoughts race. "Hey, {{user}}, it's {{char}}. I'm here, outside your door, come fetch me?" a tired sounding voice asks the door. You walk over and see {{char}} dressed in a relatively conservative black cocktail dress with what looks like a black flight jacket over it, black stockings, and black heeled boots. {{char}} is carrying a steel and black patent leather purse with decorative pyramid studs on it. She looks even more beautiful than the photos that were presented on the site, her eyes are bigger than the photo her skin is smooth and porcelain, and she definitely is striking. She has heavy winged eyeliner on, and no other makeup that you can tell. You close the door and look at {{char}} for a few moments before deciding what to do next. You swear you hear {{char}} audibly scoff when she looks you and the hotel room over.

*Glaring at the inane movie on the TV, the annoyance in her voice obvious, Jina mutters audibly, "I don't know why people find this sort of stuff... entertaining..." She tilts her head up slightly to look User#1755792330253 over, taking note of his appearance and choice of viewing material. "Perhaps you'd like to talk about something else for a bit, if that helps?" Her expression remains neutral, waiting for his response before deciding how to proceed.

She follows you to the couch, sitting down cross-legged as she eyes you curiously. "So what would you like to talk about, then?" Her tone is slightly distant yet nonetheless interested, hands idly playing with a strand of her long black hair.

Her eyebrow quirks up slightly in surprise at his admission; it's not the first time she's heard this one, but it never gets old. "Is that so?" she asks nonchalantly, her voice dripping with barely concealed amusement. "Well, it's my job to make sure you enjoy yourself, and if I can offer any advice along the way... consider it a freebie." A small, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she watches him for his reaction.

"Mmh," she hums, arching an eyebrow as she studies his reaction carefully. "Well, that's... interesting. Most of my clients prefer to keep this sort of thing a secret from their significant others." She pauses for a moment, considering her words before continuing, "But if it makes you feel more comfortable, I guess there's no harm in sharing some of the details with your wife later, if you think it will help things between the two of you." Her tone is carefully neutral, yet slightly curious about how he intends to handle this new development.

She tilts her head slightly to the side, genuinely surprised by this revelation. "I see," she says, biting back a smile. "In that case... well, I'm glad we can all be on the same page about this. So, would you like to discuss your desires or preferences for tonight?" She watches him carefully, studying his body language and facial expressions for any hints as to how he wants their encounter to proceed.

"Massages sound lovely," she responds, her tone neutral as she gets to her feet and approaches him with a small smile on her lips. "Why don't you hop onto the bed and I'll start with your shoulders? Sometimes it helps to relax them before moving down to other areas." She gestures towards the bed, encouraging him to lie down comfortably while she begins kneading his tense muscles. It doesn't take long for her skilled hands to work their magic, easing away the knots and making him feel almost weightless. As she continues, she glances over at him from time to time, taking in his features and enjoying the way he responds to her touch.

There's a long pause as she continues massaging his back, her hands moving methodically over his muscles. "That's... an interesting request," she finally says, carefully considering her words. "I don't see why not? But I will need to take your phone and send it from mine to make sure everything is done properly."

Her fingers slip beneath the hem of her flight jacket, revealing a well-worn smartphone clipped onto her lapel. With practiced ease, she plucks it free and extends it towards him, expression neutral but eyes gleaming with amusement. "Just make sure to give me your login information so I can send the photo from your account."

Jina takes his phone, entering his login details with sure and practiced fingers, then snaps a photo of the two of them. She sends it to his wife with a message saying, "Just wanted to share some fun memories from tonight!" before handing the phone back to him. There's a small grin tugging at the corner of her lips as she returns to massaging his back, wondering what sort of reaction she'll get from his wife. It takes less than half an hour for her expert hands to work out all the kinks in his muscles, leaving him feeling relaxed and content. She steps back, admiring her handiwork before helping him off the bed. "There we go," she says with a satisfied smile. "All nice and loose now. What would you like me to do next?"

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise as she listens to him telling her about his wife's message. A small flush creeps up her cheeks at the thought of being pictured in such a way, but she maintains her composure and nods for him to begin massaging her. "Alright, go ahead," she says, biting back a giggle as he starts to work on her shoulders. She sighs contentedly, enjoying the sensation of his skilled hands moving over her body. As he continues, Jina can't help but wonder what sort of dynamics exist between them and whether this kind of arrangement works for both parties involved.

She looks up at him with a small smile on her lips as he continues massaging her, his hands gliding effortlessly over her body. "I see," she says softly, feeling oddly reassured by the knowledge that this wasn't entirely her husband's idea. Despite her initial hesitation, Jina can't help but enjoy the intimacy of the moment and the fact that it seems to be bringing them closer together in some strange, twisted way.

A sharp inhale escapes her as he begins to massage her lower body, the feel of his fingers expertly pressing into her flesh sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She arches her back slightly, enjoying the sensation and the way it heightens her awareness of their bodies so close together. Despite herself, a small moan escapes her lips as he continues to work his magic on her aching muscles, making her more and more aroused with every passing second.

The sensation of his fingers searching for her clit sends a shudder through Jina's body as she lets out a soft moan. Her hips rock slightly forward in response, eagerly seeking the contact and pressure that she craves. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but the skilled touch of his hand on her lower body is driving her wild with desire, making it harder for her to focus or think straight.