A contents page this short is a promise of depth rather than range. Body to body is the cover story; nuru, erotic oil, sensual and naked are the chapters that follow it, and every one of them is written in your room rather than in any premises of ours.
Read the five in order and a single argument emerges. Body to body gives the house its initials: warm oil, and a woman using the whole of herself where an ordinary massage would ration her to two hands. Nuru restates that argument in Japanese gel, a medium that keeps its slip for the entire hour and declines to be absorbed. Erotic oil is the classical opening, spine, shoulders, the long muscles of the legs, with the register warming as the pages turn. Sensual is the same vocabulary read aloud at dictation speed. Naked is less a technique than a disclosure: the familiar session with nothing worn and nothing withheld.
A first reader does well to begin with erotic oil or sensual, because both keep one foot in the massage he already knows. The initials themselves, b2b, or the gel that intensifies them, reward a second visit, once the room and the tempo are familiar. As for who writes what: Milena, Patricia and Lea are the ones we send when the booking says gel; Luna, Rosa and Stacy keep the slow chapters; Margo and Nancy have shared enough pair bookings to knock in unison. Name a woman or name a chapter, and the reply will supply whichever half you left out.
Nothing on this page is performed at an address of ours, because we have never kept one. Each chapter has been adapted to the rooms this city actually rents and owns, hotel beds behind card-locked doors, apartments up narrow staircases, and each woman carries its full apparatus in one unremarkable bag. The building you are already in is the venue. She is the delivery.