บท 54: Good Heavens!

The orange-haired woman laid down on the straight, comfy massage table, the face port cradling her face as she laid in a prone position: her front side on the table and her back to her masseuse, Aaron Winters.

Suddenly, she felt a firm grip around her ankles and a shivery sensation raced up her body from her legs as she jittered but eventually shook it off.

"Calm down," Aaron urged her, making her realise that it was only his hands touching her.

"What is your name?"

"Rena."

Aaron began to speak in a low, gentle manner. "Okay, Rena. I want you to do something for me right now. I hope you can do that for me."

"What's that?" Rena asked, trying to turn her neck to see Aaron but couldn't with her neck held in place by the face port and a pillow.