Ryder

Shane walks in, and boom—Ryder's right there with a sly grin, welcoming him like she's been waiting to pounce. They flop down on the sofa, kicking back for a bit. Ryder leans in, all playful, and asks if he's been to this spot before. Shane shakes his head, smirking, 'Nah, first time. Figured it'd beat the hell out of shelling out for a Far East getaway.' He drops that he's a travel agent, been hooking folks up with flights to steamy spots like Thailand. Ryder bursts into giggles, eyes sparkling with mischief. 'Oh honey, you nailed it—this is your spot.' She teases that he'll dig the Soapy Massage trip way more than any vacation, all slippery fun and zero jet lag. She rattles off a few packages quick-like, but pushes him toward the $200 full monty, promising it'll top every Thai massage he's dreamed of. Shane's eyes light up, pulse probably racing already—he whips out the cash and hands it over, ready to dive in.