“Must I take my shirt off?”

“And your bra.”

“But—”

“No obstruction.”

“Can I keep my on?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

“But—”

“I’ll give you a towel if you insist.”

“I insist.”

“Fine. Here’s a towel. Now, lie down.”

“On this?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“Now, get ready for it. Look at what I’ve got here.”

“What is it?”

“Have you never seen one before?”

“No.”

“You lead a sad, sad life.”

“I don’t think—”

“Try it.”

“But—”

“Come on. Just a little try.”

“It looks scary.”

“It’s not. I promise you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm, don’t you love to try something new?”

“Yes . . . I suppose so . . .”

“I’ll just put it—”

“Eek! It vibrates!”

“Of course it vibrates.”

“Ow, it hurts a little.”

“It only hurts for a bit. It won’t hurt when you get used to it.”

“How long will it take for me to get used to it?”

“It depends on each individual. Some take to it like instant best friends, some take a while to warm up to it.”

“Will it hurt less once I’ve warmed up to it?”

“Of course. It’ll loosen your muscles so you’re less tense and everything will flow smoothly.”

“Oh my, oh my, what is that sticking in—”

“Relax, it’s just the beginning.”

“I’m feeling nervous now.”

“Trust me. You’ll feel really good once it gets going.”

“I’m not sure—ow!”

“Just lie still and close your eyes. Let your body sink into sensation world. Let your mind melt into the music.”

“I’m not sure this goes well with Romance Opus 28 No.2.”

“The Opus is the perfect complement to this.”

“Oh, oh, oh, what’s happening? Why is it vibrating faster now?”

“It’s changing modes to suit the music.”

“Oh my, oh my. The music. Dramatic. Romantic. Oh, oh.”

“Are you feeling it yet? It is building up?”

“I think so? I’m not sure.”

“Do you feel like coming undone?”

“Undone?”

“Like you’re winding up into a big spill.”

“I’m definitely winding up. The Romance Opus 28 No.2 is certainly revving up now. Emotions are everywhere, so rich, so thick, so deeee—aahh . . .”

“Was that it? Did you feel it? Are you losing your mind? Do you need me to hold your hand?”

“No, no. I’m alright. But it hit a weird spot just now and the feeling went right up my spine.”

“That sounds great. You’re on your way to attaining freedom soon. You’ll be free, free to roll in the riches of sensations, to drown in the pleasures of the body . . .”

“Oh, this is actually starting to feel pretty good.”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“I’m glad I got on this—oh my goodness . . . oh . . .”

“Yes, that’s exactly the expression I want to see. That’s the expression of bliss approaching.”

“Bliss—yes, oh my, oh my . . .”

“Close your eyes and feel every bit of pleasure flowing through your veins.”

“Oh . . .”

“Yes, that’s how you do it.”

“Oh my goodness, this is makes me feel so good when it goes all the way.”

“That’s why it costs so much.”

“How much does it cost?”

“A few million won.”

“What? A few million won?”

“Well worth the price.”

“Isn’t it a bit to much to pay for a massage bed?”

“Not when it gives you this much pleasure.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“So, did you like it?”

“I think I do.”

“Doesn’t it go well with the Opus?”

“Actually, I must say it does. I didn’t think it would complement the experience but it did. Very much.”

“You’re welcome to come by to use it anytime.”

“Really? Can I?”

“Sure you can. Just knock my door, strip and lie right down.”

“But I will bring my own towel the next time.”

“Whatever makes you happy.”

“Thank you, Professor T.”

“Call me Tiffany.”

“Tiffany.”

“Oh, you’re just the cutest thing ever.”

“I’m not cute.”

“Yes, you are. I insist.”

“Well then, thank you.”

“Come again tomorrow.”

“I will.”

~z