The ease of ordering (chatting about available masseuses and subsequent confirmation via SMS), as well as the promptness at the location, or the almost immediate opening of the door after ringing the bell, remains unchanged. This time, however, after descending the stairs, I was briefly “tucked away” to the side to avoid crossing paths with a likely departing visitor.

At the bar, I meet Kamila in a form-fitting black dress, and she leads me to one of the back rooms. In the room, she explains the massage process and mentions that there will be a happy ending. With a smile, I tell her I’d like two. She looks at me surprised and says that’s not a problem.

Kamila is just my type physically. She’s petite, not skinny, with feminine curves exactly where they should be. When it comes to girls with Asian features, I either like them or I don’t—there’s no in-between for me. Kamila falls into the first category. In the shower, she helps me wash and mentions a small detail—she hands me the shower gel, insisting I wash my hands thoroughly. I always do, but it seems important to her. She declines my offer to help her, explaining she showered just a moment ago. It’s not that she avoids water; she just doesn’t want shower gel on herself. Unlike other reviews, I don’t receive any instructions. The shower then continues in a “candy” style, and in her embrace, Kamila completes my first round.

After moving to the massage table, I first receive a “sports” back massage, which she mentioned would be the starting point. She can apply pressure, and during this initial phase, we chat about various topics. I dare say she’s a smart girl with her plans and priorities well organized. The conversation gradually quiets, and the B2B begins. With the use of oil, I feel a firm contact with different parts of her body. Someone mentioned that because she’s “curvy,” they couldn’t tell which part she was using to “massage” them. For me, it was much more pleasant to feel her body on mine than to think about which bone was “poking” me. I had no trouble recognizing which of her assets she used for contact.

I turn onto my back, and her entire body is within reach. When she kneels, keeping her legs together and arching her back, she offers me the best view I’ve ever had during a massage. She lets me touch her everywhere. With some masseuses, it felt like they viewed my touches as a necessary part, and with only one did I feel they truly welcomed it. With Kamila, I would describe it as a “natural” part of the massage. Kamila moves into a 69 position, and either she can sense it ahead of time, or it fits her script—when excitement reaches its peak, she pauses, gives a brief B2B again, and the end comes during the next round. She lies beside me, we discuss a few more topics, and move to the shower. During this final one, she doesn’t refuse my help with washing.

Considering that I haven’t (fortunately) had any bad massage experiences yet, comparisons can sometimes be tricky, but this experience was definitely among my “TOP 3.”

Massage: 1 hour, presumably B2B, 2000,-