S has a wedding to attend , so I went with her to this manicurist. They play movies and you sit in a massage chair the whole while. I didn't switch mine on till the end. It's so good, I can't tell, but I'm almost ashamed. I looked away from the others in the room. It should be more private and I don't want my face seen. Before you get misconceptions, this was just my upper back. Still, the machines, kneads, pulls, vibrates, I don't want to be seen and I don't want to see anyone else in the state of massage-relaxation. There were others there. I just didn't look.
Prude.