Chapter 66

If a massage parlor had names like "Beautiful Lady" or "Secret Realm," it was usually a clear sign that it wasn't reputable. Stephen had intended to find a completely legitimate place but couldn't find one. At this time, foot massage parlors were thriving, and they probably wouldn't last long if they didn't provide some special services. Given the limitations of the era, it was understood. He decisively ignored the front desk manager's insistent suggestions to "go upstairs" and opted for two foot massage packages instead. Soon, they were shown to their rooms. The two massage therapists, both in their 30s and still retaining their charm, began working on Stephen and Zachary. Noticing their youth, the therapists started chatting with them. "How old are you, young man?" "18." "Did you just graduate from high school?" "Yes." Stephen, in polite conversation, asked the therapist how old she was. The therapist smiled and replied, "I'm 36." Zachary, with his typical bluntness, r