The man who arrives

One practitioner, one table, women only.

I'm Abi. I run Melt alone.

The short version of why: I think unhurried, expectation-free touch is something women are quietly starved of, and that providing it honestly, named boundaries, no blurred lines, no menu behind the menu, is work worth doing properly.

Properly means: trained hands and an unhurried practice. A conversation before any booking, where you ask anything at all, including the vetting questions; I'd think less of you for not asking them. And a line that never moves: sex is never on the menu, which is precisely what makes everything else possible.

You'll see my face before I see your door, I'm happy to send a photo once we're talking, and the free 15-minute call means you'll have heard my voice, asked your real questions, and decided in your own time before anything is booked.