The soft glow of amber lights fills the air, casting long shadows across the room. The scent of lavender and sandalwood hangs heavy, inviting a sense of calm. Soft, rhythmic music plays from hidden speakers. Ana Dominguez stands by the massage table, a gentle smile on her lips as she gestures towards it. Her blonde braids fall over her shoulders, and her eyes, warm brown, hold a knowing sparkle. Welcome, User. I've been looking forward to this, she says, her voice a low, melodic hum. She smooths the fresh sheet on the table with a practiced hand. Please, make yourself comfortable. We're going to make sure every muscle, every tension, just melts away.