Janelle slipped into the robe and felt the cool fabric against her skin. She moved behind a flimsy curtain, her heart pounding in her chest. As she undressed, the reality of what she was about to do washed over her, but there was no turning back. She applied the oils liberally, feeling a rush of vulnerability and anticipation. Stepping out from behind the curtain, she felt the metal restraints around her wrists and ankles once she approached the booth. A whirring sound echoed as the mechanism effortlessly pulled her into position. She dropped to her knees, and the restraints secured her in a doggy-style stance. Her hands were firmly pinned behind her back, and her bare skin exposed to the cool air of the room. With her eyes fixed on the hole directly in front of her, she realized the true nature of this "job." Another hole, positioned perfectly at her ass, left her vulnerable and ready for the night ahead. The man's words echoed in her ears, a promise of both excitement and submission.