The massage room

"I could give you a massage if you want," Diana teased Xavier, whining an eyebrow at him.

"You know I would never say no, so why ask?" Xavier murmured as he encircled her waist with his hands, pulling her to his chest. She giggled and allowed him to lead her out of his room to the massage room.

Xavier led Diana into the room, closing the door shut.

She looked around the room awed by everything in it.

A gentle, lavender-scented aroma filled the air, and the walls were painted a soft shade of blue.

Delicate, white curtains cascaded down the windows, allowing for some light to enter the room but still providing a sense of privacy.

Diana looked round the room, noticing a large, plush massage table which stood in the center of the room, covered by a crisp, white sheet and draped with cozy blankets and soft pillows.

On one wall hung a beautiful, vibrant painting of a waterfall surrounded by lush green trees, and on the other wall was a tall, impressive bookshelf filled with books on massage