A man stood alone at the front door of the local paizuri counseling parlor. After a particularly rough day at work, the loneliness and stress had worn him down to an emotional nub. He needed some kind of relief for both his heart and his dick. He'd walked by this establishment so many times before, but had never worked up the courage to go in. Today would be different.

He cautiously entered the front door and entered the parlor's lobby. An old woman whose round and wrinkly face barely peaked over the lobby's counter gave him a warm smile.

"Welcome, welcome! I can tell by your troubled countenance you're in the right place. Would you like to spend some time with one of our ladies?" she squawked.

"Uh, yeah," the man inspected the sign and photos above the counter to make his selection. There were six women (with one being a pair of twins that came as a package deal) marked as being currently available for paizuri counseling sessions. After contemplating it for a bit, he made his decision. He chose