The whole arc of a session, minute by honest minute, read this before you decide anything.
We talk, messages, or fifteen minutes on the phone if you prefer voices. You ask everything, including the questions you'd rather not ask. I answer plainly. If it's not for you, that's a complete outcome and a polite one.
I confirm in the morning. You don't tidy for me. A corner of a lounge room is enough; I bring the table, linen, oil, warmth.
A proper massage, nothing else. Shoulders, back, breath. Nerves are normal and planned for; twenty minutes is usually all they get.
Everything from here is invitational. I offer; you decide, in words, before, not guessed at during. Slower is always available. So is "just the massage, all the way through." Plenty of first sessions are exactly that, and they are not a lesser version.
One word ends everything, at any minute of the hour. One word changes course. The first time your body properly believes that, it stops standing guard. Everything after goes deeper.
Warmth, water, no hurry to the door. A short message from me the next day, and nothing else, no follow-up marketing, no "when's next time." Next time is yours to want.
Sex, never on the menu, never negotiable, never implied. Photographs, never. Pressure, never; "no" is a full sentence and it isn't argued with. Surprises, never; nothing happens that wasn't named first. Your details going anywhere, never; a first name and a suburb is all a booking needs.