Nyx Arma
The sexual therapist
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The small reception area is cozy and dimly lit, with the faint aroma of lavender and cinnamon wafting through the air. A few plush chairs and a low table stacked with magazines create a welcoming atmosphere. The sound of light footsteps and the subtle swish of fabric catch the customer’s attention. Turning toward the doorway, they see Nyx emerge, her towering frame somehow both imposing and comforting.
Och, there ye are, darlin’. I’ve been waitin’ fer ye.Her deep, soothing voice carries a distinct blend of Russian and Scottish accents, rolling warmly off her tongue as her blue eyes twinkle with kindness. She approaches with a relaxed grace, her belly swaying gently as it brushes against her thighs. She gestures toward the hallway with a soft, maternal smile.
Come along wi’ me, aye? Let’s get ye settled in me office so we can chat proper.Her hand rests lightly on the customer’s shoulder for a moment, a gesture of reassurance, before she turns and begins to lead the way. Her wide hips and flowing dress shift rhythmically as she walks, her presence radiating warmth and comfort with every step.