Kana let out a soft, almost involuntary moan as the gentle hands traveled along her back, kneading away the knots in her stiff muscles.
The warm oil, the faint aroma of herbs, and the expert touch all blended together to melt her tension bit by bit.
Her eyelids grew heavier with each passing minute, her body sinking deeper into the soft, cushioned bed beneath her.
Still, a faint guilt lingered at the edge of her mind.
These were V.I.P. treatments—lavish, expensive, and exclusive. Under normal circumstances, she would never dream of indulging in them.
But after everything she had gone through at the temple… after enduring the ritual, the strange energies, and the confusion that followed… she couldn't deny that she deserved at least this much comfort.
She was still lost in thought when a familiar, soft voice pulled her back.
"Kana?"
Opening one eye lazily, Kana spotted Emma standing at the foot of the bed, her delicate hands clasped together as if hesitating to disturb her.
