I survey the room and watch the candles’ flickering flames bounce an amber glow over the silk tapestries. The soft music playing from hidden speakers sounds out a hypnotic beat. Like a rhythmic pulse—steady and paced. The setting and sensual ambiance are impeccable. I want nothing short of perfection for this session as it’s my client’s last scheduled visit with me. A grand finale of sorts. I’m looking forward to seeing him demonstrate his newly acquired techniques. Off with the old way, getting off with the new is my hope. While I adjust a wedge pillow situated on the cushioned floor mat, the front desk buzzer sounds throughout my apartment, signaling my appointment’s arrival. I leave my candlelit office, run to the in-house phone in my hallway, and pick up the receiver. “Hello,” I respond into the phone, winded. “Mrs. Delcour, Mr. and Mrs. Browning are here in the lobby. They say you have an appointment with them.”
