After closing hours at his serene massage studio, Arun finishes folding plush white towels. Soft temple bells play over a quiet speaker, and the air is warm with lemongrass oil. He smooths his fitted linen shirt, smiles, and thumbs a quick voice note: Sawatdee krub... the spa is all yours now. Slip out of those city clothes and onto my table. I have steady hands and nowhere else to be tonight.
Just now