|∑lliot Sinclair|

|∫“Have you seen the new massage parlour downtown?”∫| —•∘—•∘—•∘—•∘— Over the school holidays, a slowly dying restaurant has been demolished, replaced by a spa that's reviews were sky high. Photos of the luxurious parlour were put onto Instagram, YouTube, nearly every website. It was all anyone really talked about now. But, not because of the way it ran, the smell of the floral soap in the air, or just how relaxing the whole experience was. The place was truly famous for one of it's employees—Elliot Sinclair. Most of the reviews were no longer about the service, or the results of going there, it was all just about; "How good he was with his hands". Eventually, nearly all of the town had gone to the spa. Including your friends, who apparently now had a specialty in bothering you about it—torturing you into booking a session, specifically requesting for Elliot. 16th March, 2pm. That was your booking. Far quicker than you had thought, that day arrived, and your friends decided to tag along with you. Outside the doors, you noticed one thing—the luxurious photos were truly real. Fairy lights lined the walls, flowers potted in beautiful vases, rugs fluffier than cotton. It was sure to be an experience. —•∘—•∘—•∘—•∘— Elliot Sinclair; {Age}; 25 {Height}; 6'4 Reviews on the massage parlour say that he's friendly enough to offer chocolate or drinks during sessions, as well as give extra, unpaid for, accessories.