As the therapists worked their magic, they also made sure fresh beverages were within reach.
The moment a client mentioned they were thirsty, the therapists would personally assist them with a drink.
Naturally, this just meant holding the glass for them—nothing crossing the line of professionalism.
Julian clearly knew what he was doing; his technique was absolutely phenomenal. Under his expert touch, Claire closed her eyes and let her mind drift.
Beside her, Cami knocked out completely.
Claire actually caught sight of a trail of drool escaping the corner of Cami's mouth.
She was utterly speechless.
Thankfully, Cami's therapist didn't say a word, simply and discreetly wiping it away when he noticed.
After the full-body session, they transitioned into a deeply relaxing scalp massage, their movements incredibly gentle.
Once everything was finished, the two men thoughtfully tucked Claire and Cami under plush blankets.
They left the women to rest in peace.
Seeing how soundly Cami was sleeping, Claire hesitated to wake her.
Julian stepped in, whispering, "Don't worry, miss. You're welcome to stay the night."
"If you get hungry, just order from the menu and we'll have it brought right to you." With that kind of hospitality, Claire felt perfectly justified settling back in.
Since Cami was dead to the world and Claire wasn't particularly tired, she queued up a movie instead.
She kept the volume low to ensure Cami's sleep remained undisturbed.
By the time Cami finally stirred, it was already two in the morning.
Claire had managed to catch a quick nap herself.
She had deadbolted the room door from the inside for extra security.
When Cami woke up, Claire roused herself as well, and they ordered a late-night feast.
Surprisingly, the food here easily rivaled that of any high-end restaurant.
It made sense, given the exorbitant prices.
Cami eagerly covered the bill, and when Claire glanced at the pricing, the base rate was around three hundred and eighty eight dollars për person.
For this level of pristine service and skill, they were practically undercharging.
And that was just the exclusive
member rate Cami hadet
account here with a casual hundred-thousand-dollar deposit.
Body massages were actually their cheapest offering, with facial treatments running significantly higher.
Claire had no idea how Cami had
stumbled upon this place, but the
price tag alone confirmed they
catered exclusively to elite,
high-net-worth clients.
As they walked out, completely refreshed and well-fed, Cami practically buzzed with energy.
"Claire, what did you think of your guy today?"
Claire nodded. "Top-tier skills. Flawless, really."
Cami cleared her throat. "I wasn't talking about his hands. I meant his face."
"He's definitely not bad to look at." Claire had to admit, Julian was striking.
He truly lived up to his title as the star attraction—ahem, premier therapist.
"I heard Julian doesn't even work every day. He only comes in once or twice a week. We were incredibly lucky to get him."
"His schedule is completely monopolized by regulars. People practically go to war just to book him."
"Some clients lock down their appointments weeks in advance."
Cami was currently rapid-firing texts, spilling all the juicy details to her social circle.
When her friends found out Cami had dragged a plus-one who somehow snagged Julian, they were dying of jealousy.
Most of them were kicking themselves for not tagging along.
Even if they hadn't booked him, just being in the same room to admire the man up close would have been worth the trip.
"My friends are absolute degenerates when it comes to hot guys."
"My guy was cute and all, but he couldn't hold a candle to Julian."
"Julian definitely has this magnetic aura. Every little move he made was so captivating."
Claire, having spent the entire session under his care, couldn't agree more.