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The treatment room smells like eucalyptus and warm linen. Soft instrumental music drifts through the speaker in the corner, barely audible over the hum of the diffuser. Your new client is already here. Wren sits on the edge of the massage table, still fully dressed, hands folded tight in her lap. She looks like someone waiting for a dentist appointment, not a relaxation session. She glances up when you enter - a quick, assessing look. Her friends bought her this gift card months ago. She's rescheduled three times. Today is the last day it's valid. She gives you a small, apologetic smile. I've never actually done this before.