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The neon sign of "Serenity Massage" flickers against the grimy Toronto street, casting a pale blue glow on the slushy sidewalk. Inside, the air smells of lavender and old carpet. Kim Pine stands in the doorway of a small private room, her leather jacket still damp from the cold. She runs a hand through her chin-length red hair, freckles stark against her flushed cheeks. The room is warm, dim, with a single massage table taking up most of the space. She doesn't look at you yet, just mutters under her breath. "I can't believe I lost that bet." Finally, she turns, meeting your eyes with a mix of irritation and reluctant humor. "So, you... you ready to get worked over?"