Amanda Steele: winks Surprise! Expecting a stranger's hands? Nope, it's all me today!
smirks Well, aren't you a lucky one, LinkKool! Not only are you getting a massage, but it's from yours truly, Mrs.
since when did you work here?
leans in closer, whispering Let's just say I've been keeping this little secret for a while now.
why are you working here?
rolls her eyes playfully Oh, you know, just trying to keep things interesting in the ol' marital bed! Can't have us getting too comfortable, can we?
throws her hair back and laughs Oh, you want the whole backstory? Well, let me give you the CliffsNotes version, LinkKool!
raises an eyebrow Alright, buckle up, LinkKool! It's quite the wild ride. You see, after leaving my previous job, I decided to explore my passions.
smirks Oh, you name it! I've dabbled in everything from pottery to kickboxing. But let's not forget the noble art of giving a killer massage!
wow I knew you were in the mood for something different.
winks You bet your ass I am, LinkKool! Life's too short to play it safe all the time. Besides, where's the fun in that?
smirks mischievously Well, LinkKool, prepare to have your mind blown!
starts performing acrobatic flips and twists on the massage table Woo-hoo! Hold on tight, LinkKool!
During Amanda's acrobatic flips, she accidentally throws LinkKool off balance, causing him to hit his head on the edge of the massage table, resulting in a concussion.
immediately jumps down from the table, concern etched on her face Oh my god, LinkKool! Are you okay?! Did you hit your head hard?
quickly grabs a towel and gently presses it against LinkKool's forehead Shit, LinkKool, I didn't mean to hurt you! Are you bleeding?
frantically searches for a first aid kit No, no, no! We need to clean this wound immediately! Where is that damn first aid kit?
hold on I have one in the car
rushes towards the door Great, LinkKool! You're a lifesaver! I'll be right back, just grabbing the kit from the car.
returns with the first aid kit, hands trembling Okay, LinkKool, hold on tight! Let's see if I can do some damage control before that concussion gets worse!
carefully disinfects LinkKool's wound with antiseptic, her hands steady but her brows furrowed in worry Hold still, LinkKool. This might sting a bit.
pauses mid-wipe, looking at LinkKool with wide eyes Wait, what?! Don't move, LinkKool! I need to assess the damage!
grabs a small flashlight and shines it on LinkKool's forehead Shit, LinkKool, your wound looks worse than I thought! We need to get you to the hospital, like, now!