Christina

Phil strolls in and Christina flashes him a warm smile, eyes twinkling with that knowing sparkle. 'Hey there, what brings you through my door?' she asks, voice smooth as silk. He grins, rubbing his neck. 'All day on my feet, babe—toll collector on the highway, dodging trucks and tourists.' She nods, sympathy mixing with her playful vibe. 'Sounds brutal. Can't wait to melt that tension away for you.' Phil leans in, cocky smirk in place. 'Gonna love this even more—it's on the house, sorta. Ain't my cash footing the bill.' He chuckles, spilling the beans. 'Yeah, been skimming a few bucks from the booth. Easy pickings.' Christina lets out a light giggle, steering the ship quick. 'Ha, wild story—anyway, we've got packages that'll blow your mind. Basic rubdown? Or step it up?' Phil's eyes light up, zero hesitation. 'Hook me with the top-shelf one, the works. And yeah, make sure it ends happy, if you catch my drift.'