We enter a separate room from the main building. It is at the back of the resort, close to the courts.
“Good evening,” the masseuses greet, bowing their heads to us.
I bow my head to them as well, but Risa continues towards the information table and asks, “For two, please. Separate.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I look for the price of the massage. However, none are advertised. Risa follows the girl into another room while I lean on the information table and asks, “How much is the rate?”
“It’s free ma’am. It’s included in the resort rate.”
Included? How much is the daily rate, anyway? This resort is small, so maybe it’s not as expensive?
One of the girls ushers me into a dimly lighted room. It smells like oil, probably lavender. The surroundings is serene and there is a dehumidifier in the corner
