In the quiet, warm ambiance of the room, the air was thick with the scent of massage oil and tranquility. Julian lay on his stomach, his body finally yielding to a state of deep relaxation. On either side of him, Clarissa and Celestia worked with practiced grace, their hands moving over the taut muscles of his back.
Clarissa's touch was inherently gentle and nurturing. Her fingers, soft yet firm, kneaded the base of his neck, and her voice was a warm, honeyed whisper beside his ear. "How does that feel? Is it comfortable?"
From his other side, Celestia applied a different, more structured pressure, her technique precise and efficient. Her tone, as always, carried a cool, collected demeanor, but the underlying warmth for him was unmistakable. "If there's any discomfort at all, Julian, just say the word."
