Naked massage names a room without draping; in body-to-body that is the working default, and on this menu it is also listed as a session in its own right.
Spa massage runs on a towel. A strip of cotton covers whatever is not being worked, and it gets folded and refolded all hour. Naked massage relieves the towel of that job. The word is about the missing drape. Nothing more is written into it.
Oil soaks into cotton. A wide working surface drags a drape wherever it travels. Put the two together and the fabric turns into an obstacle within minutes. So body-to-body tends to go without, and the menu also lists naked massage by name, for buyers who prefer the condition written down before they book.
They go under you, not over you. They guard the hotel sheets against the oil, and they are waiting afterwards. She brings enough of them, so there is no need to raid the bathroom.
A first-timer's hesitation is ordinary and it rarely outlasts the first few minutes. It helps to be ready before she arrives rather than half-dressed at the door. Shower inside the waiting window. Keep a robe, yours or the hotel's, within reach. Warm the room, because bare skin notices a cold room first and tension follows the cold. After that, the room is hers to run, and she has run a great many.
It sits on the ladder like every other technique, EUR 180 for the hour and EUR 270 for ninety minutes. A first booking with the house sends half ahead, as it would for anything else on the menu. The journal weighs the two formats side by side in naked massage or B2B, and the full rate card is on the prices page.