OK, first time here, and I have to say, my experience was quite unique... like nothing I've ever read on here before.
I went with someone well reviewed on here. I forget her name... I'm sure it will come back to me. Anyways, the reviews don't lie, she is a master masseuse. The back walking was bone crunchingly excellent. After the massage, Frank Sinatra started singing on B104 and we listened to the radio for about 20 minutes. She was very adamant about being quiet while Frank sang, but she was being quite contradictory. She also made a kind of disturbing joke about rain coats falling off and storks delivering babies, but she was just having fun. Kind of a sick sense of humor, but whatever, I dig it.
Afterwards, she drug me to the TS literally by my head while giggling the whole time. I got to experience the famous slide. Then Harry James started playing the trumpet over the radio station for pop #2. After dragging me by the root again back to the room, she left for no longer than 10 seconds and came back. This is where it got fucking weird.
She had a very disturbed looked on her face, almost scared. I thought immediately that mama-san went through my shorts while I was gone and found my little friend (.380 auto). I put on my shorts and she tapped that side of my shorts, asking me what was in there. She kept asking me if I was a cop, and if I was going to get her in trouble. No matter how many times I laughed and tried to joke around with her, she wasn't having it. She then looked down at my shorts again, so I looked as well. I found the culprit that was freaking her out. My cell phone was glowing through my shorts, because I had a missed call from my friend. She must have thought that my phone was recording our activities the entire time. I took out the phone and showed her that it was a missed call. I told her that my buddy and I came in here together and he was waiting for me outside. She again asked me if I was a cop, and I kept telling her that I wasn't. This went on for a minute or so (it felt like an eternity), and she kept telling me that she was really scared. We hugged at the front door and I thanked her, but she had an apprehensive look on her face and slowly closed the door. I don't think I'll be able to go to this place again.
BTW, typical .7/.1