Shame and self-control only amplify the pleasure. At an authentic esthetic salon with a grand entrance that seems to handpick its clientele, a housewife who appears proud and deeply modest—striving to maintain an upper-class facade—becomes the target. After stroking her ego with words like, "A woman of your enviable beauty deserves to be polished from the inside out," the therapist applies aphrodisiac-infused aroma oil all over her body and begins a provocative lymphatic massage. Gradually, she begins to let out sighs, her entire body trembling with sensitivity from a long period of abstinence. When the mysterious moans of another woman in the next room reach her ears, she begins to lose her rationality and let out her own cries of excitement, only to be coldly reminded by the male therapist, "Please be quiet, you'll disturb the other customers..." However, suppressing her voice only further stimulates her arousal and sensitivity, leaving her writhing and drenched in love juice, sweat, and oil. With her voice, pleasure, and climaxes all controlled and kept in a state of edging, the housewife repeatedly falls into a cycle of ecstasy, abandoning all shame to become a female craving only pleasure. This is a convulsive acme therapy that faithfully fulfills a woman's desires, inviting her into an endless loop of orgasms from which there is no return.