“ANGEL! ANGEL!” milai says, trying not to pant and sound shaken (not very successfully). she’s just been to the massage area of the manor’s spa, an early bird to her scheduled hang-out with angel (because she doesn’t have much else to do, although she won’t admit that she has “no life” by new york elite standards). “i know i should’ve expected this, but i can’t believe they actually do that.... they... they make you take off your clothes and then knead your body like you’re bread? they claim the practice produces ‘endorphins’ but i’m not feeling those endorphins right now. there isn’t any real empirical evidence that massage therapy helps with musculoskeletal pain anyway! let’s go somewhere else,” she requests, “please.” || @angelharrison.
