A female university student comes in for a treatment. Hearing it's a promotion day where the two-beautician plan costs the same as one, she goes along with the recommendation and takes it. Two women work on her, one on the upper body and one on the lower, and a strange sensation she's never felt before slowly makes her more and more sensitive. Then a supple beautician's fingers slip in past the edge of the paper underwear to her slit. That ultra-soft touch, nothing like a man's, has her writhing. And they hit the orgasm points only another woman would know, every single time, until she's red-faced and squirting. It escalates further into something like a lesbian threesome — “Wait, what is this? I can't stop cumming” — and by the time she thinks it, she's already a toy for two lesbian beauticians. The pleasure trap you can't climb out of once you're in, precisely because it's between women.