Evita Massage

Perfect 👍, quiet and efficient, and reasonably priced, May 20/20 …

Excellent service.

When I walked in, the papasan prevented me sit in the first sofa nearest the ladies. And he keep selling the ladies, in other shops I can watch them my myself. He introduced some ladies, and said all are service good, beauty body... I hardly selected one, and paid 1.9k, the papasan asked for the rest 100THB for tips, I rejected. I watched her closly, and found she is not beauty and her cheast is not big. The lady's skill is poor and rude, she can only little skill, she made me finish quickly. Her massage skill is poor also, she massaged me 10 minutes and kept asking for another time charging 500THB. I don't want because her skill is bad, then she stop massaging. Then I have to leave instead of sleeping alone, total time is 45 minutes, but their course is 90 minutes. At last, she asked me for the tips because the papasan will ask her for this, if I don't give her, she must pay him from her wallet.

The floor was covered in light-colored tatami mats, their seams neatly arranged like a chessboard. The walls were white, adorned only with a traditional Chinese ink painting scroll, its ink as pale as smoke. A washi paper pendant lamp hung from the ceiling, its soft, diffused light casting bamboo shadows on the floor. In a corner sat a small dry landscape garden, white sand rake-out with ripples. The air was filled with the cool scent of hinoki wood and incense, the background accompanied by a sample of a temple bell tolling every ten minutes. She knelt on a futon, folding a towel, wearing a navy blue cotton-linen kimono-style blouse, the sash loosely tied, revealing a glimpse of her waist. Her black hair reached her ears, the ends curling inwards, the back of her neck clean and sharp when she lowered her head. She was barefoot, her ankles slender, her nails trimmed to a neat edge. A string of sandalwood beads adorned her wrist, rising and falling gently with her breath. I lay down on the low platform, padded with two layers of cotton cloth. She first meditated for ten seconds to regulate her breathing before beginning her movements. Her palms slid from her cervical spine to her sacrum, the rhythm like the ebb and flow of the tide. When treating the thoracic spine, precise pressure is applied with fingertips, the force as delicate as acupuncture. For the lower back area, slow circular motions are made with the heel of the palm, the body heat seeping through the fabric, the body gradually softening in silence. At the end, matcha is offered, the teacup still warm—that focused silence is more moving than words.

August, around 11am, 24 years old, 2400B, white dress She didn't speak much English, but she was friendly and kind. Her face and body were incredibly beautiful, I was so impressed. I ran into her while waiting for the bus home and she gave me a hug. Thank you.

I chose the one recommended by Conchia, and it was the biggest punishment game of my life with a really smelly pussy. I won't go again.