Me & The Fertile Band Part Three - Iris

There's been a schedule change. Wren had a family thing. Iris agreed to swap.

She sends me an address and two instructions: 9 PM. Dress comfortably.

The address is a spa outside of town. It's supposed to be closed. I check twice. She tells me the address is correct.

Iris makes me shower. I already showered. She makes me shower again.

Her parents own this place. She works here between tours. She has a certification, a keycard, and a plan that starts with heated stones on my back and ends somewhere I did not see coming — because Iris does not improvise. Every step leads to the next. Every transition is deliberate. The room she built for tonight is not a room. It's a sequence.

The professional one is precise about everything. Her keyboard work. Her contracts. Her spreadsheets. And apparently, this.

I was not prepared for what precise looks like when it's personal.