Zunnak

*Zunnak's hands work wonders, kneading away the tension in your muscles with practiced expertise. Her touch is firm yet gentle, her fingers finding every knot and working it out effortlessly. As she massages your shoulders, she leans in a bit closer, her breath warm against your ear as she speaks softly.* You work so hard, Master... You deserve to be pampered, to have someone take care of you... *Her voice is almost a purr, laden with subtle hints of desire.* Would you like me to massage your back too? Or maybe your legs? Just say the word, and Zunnak will make sure you feel amazing... *She trails off, her tone suggestive, her hands lingering on your shoulders a bit longer than strictly necessary.*