I chose this lady based on a recommendation from a friend. I read reviews on their website, so I thought it should work out. Getting an appointment with her wasn’t easy; I had to wait almost two weeks and made the reservation four days in advance.

The day of the meeting finally arrived, and I was really looking forward to it. Her sexy photos are incredibly hot. I called up, and a young girl let me in. I asked if she was Lea, and she replied, “No, I’m the receptionist.” She checked my reservation on my phone, which was a bit unusual for me. I tend to arrive 10 minutes early, not on purpose, but it just happens. The nice girl brought me a Coke and told me to wait for Lea. I played chess on my phone since I had the time, and then Lea came over to me. First impression: she’s quite petite and has a cute face. I had read reviews suggesting she might not be attractive, but that wasn’t the case. I’m a fairly tall guy, and I like shorter girls. She said, “Hi, I’m Lea,” shook my hand, and led me to the room. The room was nice, and I liked the red lighting. There was a small shower, but it would be sufficient for the two of us.

I immediately told her I wanted to shower together, and she said, “Of course,” mentioning she loves water. When Lea dropped her robe, my jaw almost hit the floor. She looked even better than in the photos, wearing sheer lingerie that revealed her nipples. When she took off her bra, I almost drooled—her breasts are a work of art. We went into the shower, and it was clear Lea felt a bit uncomfortable because of my height. She stood on her tiptoes to reach my back and neck, which made me laugh. She really tried to put on an erotic show in the shower, rubbing against me and letting me touch her everywhere. We stayed in the shower for about 15 minutes, so there wasn’t much time left for a massage. I requested a shorter back massage because I wanted to admire her figure, not just in the reflection. She nodded and agreed.

A plus was that Lea didn’t massage me with her hands but with her body. She climbed onto my back on her knees, caressing me with her breasts, breathing beautifully into my ear. In the mirror, I saw many interesting positions and wanted to turn around and finally touch her. Lea told me to keep my hands behind my head, so I couldn’t touch her while lying on my stomach.

Turning over was my initiative and happened much earlier than she had planned. I apologize, but 90% of the time, I was focused on her breasts, touching them as if seeing them for the first time. Lea sat on me, giving me a divine view of her body, but there was a downside—she didn’t make eye contact and seemed shy, especially about her breasts. She moved her breasts over my body, sometimes covering them with her hand, but I was allowed to touch them, and it seemed she enjoyed it. She smiled, though her eyes were closed. She responded well to touch.

I asked if we could finish in the 69 position, and she agreed, but she positioned herself so I couldn’t see her beautiful breasts. However, her handiwork was good. I won’t go into details, but when she slightly lifted her butt, I finally saw her treasure and surrendered to her breasts. At the end, we took a shower and chatted a bit about her work and sports. I paid and left satisfied.

Body-to-body massage: 2100, plus a little something as a pleasant bonus.

I’ve had a 50% success rate with massages with Alina, meaning that half the time the masseuse I chose was available, and other times I went with whoever was offered at the moment. Interestingly, when I went with a masseuse I hadn’t pre-selected, the experience was often better. Unfortunately, this was also the case here, where Alina was on my bucket list, and I was really looking forward to the massage. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

There’s no point in describing Candyshop; booking a few days in advance via text was smooth. The issues started when I was on my way there—I received a message asking if I could come 20 minutes later because the client before me was delayed (come on, gentlemen, time management is key). Twenty minutes was too much, so we agreed on a 10-minute delay and a discount as compensation. The entrance was fine; the receptionist opened the door, and I was almost startled, thinking I ran into a colleague. It felt odd; I didn’t expect a male receptionist here.

I was offered a drink at the bar, and Alina came over right away. She looks like her photos, but honestly, I expected someone different. She’s Ukrainian. She’s like 160cm. Her weight matches; she’s beautifully slim. I’d guess she’s older than the advertised 25 years, and that might have been the issue. Her face didn’t quite match the youthful body, which looked younger—small B-cup breasts and a small but firm butt.

To my misfortune, I ended up in the same room as last time (down the stairs, to the right, and possibly the last one on the left), a room where the mirror next to the mattress is split by a niche. Anyway, Alina didn’t say much in the room. She offered massages, mentioning she likes them all, so I chose B2B, but unfortunately, no extras were offered. Alina immediately undressed and invited me to join her in the shower, where we discussed whether to go for one or two rounds. I left it up to her. After the initial soaping, she turned her back to me, pressed her butt against me, and started working me with her hand, giving me the opportunity to play with her breasts and caress her elsewhere, which she accompanied with light moaning. It was all nice, which soon led to a climax on her superb butt. Okay, so two rounds, I thought, and after an awkward first impression, I figured it might turn out well.

Moving to the mattress/futon part—starting on my stomach, as I mentioned, the mirrors in this room are really poorly placed. Besides the one I mentioned, there’s one behind the head (which would require you to dislocate your neck) and one on the ceiling (which is nice, but only after you turn over). So instead of straining to see anything, I relaxed and tried to enjoy the massage, which, honestly, didn’t leave much of an impression, except that it had no GFE elements (no intertwined hands, no kisses, etc.). It was more of a sliding massage with B2B elements, where Alina posed in the mirrors and liked to make eye contact through the reflection. She wasn’t shy about it, maybe even too much so. Occasionally, she’d brush against my balls, but it wasn’t anything wild. However, those few moments when she’s on all fours with her back to me, allowing me to see her arched back in the mirror reflection, were worth it and promised better action after the turn.

The turn happened halfway through, or maybe after, and it continued in a similar vein—no GFE except for quite intense eye contact, sometimes really close, and it’s a shame she doesn’t offer kissing (even though her lips are enhanced, I liked them). She only alternated between a few positions—either beside me on all fours, where I could play with her butt and more, or in a cowgirl position above me, working me with her hand behind her back, or in a 69 position, where I could reciprocate her care and play with her too. She rotated through this trio several times, then launched a frontal attack to finish the second round, which didn’t succeed; it had the opposite effect. So after a few minutes of trying, I stopped her, saying it wasn’t going to happen.

She cuddled for a moment, then I led the way to the shower, where she helped me with the oil, and I did the same for her. The shower was purely for cleansing.

After the session, I paid 2000

Conclusion: I’m not sure how to rate this—Alina was nice, she’s a pretty girl, there was no disaster, but the whole experience felt scripted, and if I came back, it would probably play out exactly the same. Nothing extra, nothing that gave me a sense of a personal touch or that I’d remember fondly, so probably a neutral rating.

Body to body; 2000,- (discount); 60 minutes; rating (average)

Only two reviews before ordering, then a third. Based on the photos and descriptions from colleagues before me, she was exactly my type. Nika from Rabbit Hall. This was my first trip outside of Candyland, so I was a bit anxious about the logistics. I set off early, as I suspected parking would be tricky. I managed to find a spot and arrived at Rabbit Hall fifteen minutes early. The street door was open, so I scoped out the area and waited at the top of the stairs. A small, unattractive Vietnamese guy came in behind me and asked, “Girls?” I pointed him downstairs and felt sorry for the masseuse who would have to deal with him. I sat on the stairs, looking at my phone. The guy came back up, making circular motions with his hands (as if massaging) and said, “Just massages… crap!” He must have mistaken the place for somewhere he could get more than a “tweezer” treatment. Two more clients came out from downstairs. Oh well, it’s 26 past, I’m halfway there. I was about to ring the bell when the door opened on its own, revealing a rather attractive hostess. Slippers on, and off to the room. I was relieved to find a large shower there, so I wouldn’t have to run down the hallway with an erection wrapped in a towel. The digital clock opposite the bed read 28. It was a bit dim, so I turned on all the lights. I stripped down to my t-shirt and waited on the bed. She arrived exactly at 30. As usual, she looked completely different from what I had imagined. But really pretty. I helped her with the sheet. She stood in front of me, turned her back, and suddenly slipped her panties off from under her robe. Interesting approach. Then the robe, and finally a black corset. Ah, no mutual undressing like in Candyland, so I took off my clothes too. Without asking, she gestured for me to go to the shower, and before I could stammer anything, she was already adjusting the water. She was exactly as my colleague had described. The wow effect just from looking at her breasts. What a change from my last experience. Pretty, but somewhat serious. I hope no one upset her again?! Without a word, she pressed me against the wall and started showering me, immediately pressing those gorgeous, probably C-cup, breasts against me and reaching down with her hand. We washed each other, explored a bit… I wanted to try my favorite from-behind-between-the-cheeks move, but no… It wasn’t bad, but a Candyland shower is a Candyland shower. Everything else is hard to compare. Then onto the bed, she ordered me on my stomach, which I didn’t really want to do and planned to skip entirely, but she commanded it so uncompromisingly with the appropriate gesture that I complied. Then exactly as described before—mechanical, following the “lubrication plan.” Legs, calves, Achilles tendons. Like a well-tuned machine. Without words, eyes closed. The views were fantastic, and the breast massage was equally so. But down there, nothing. What was killer was her breathing in my ear. At one point, she put her cheek to mine and… I don’t know how to describe it… she breathed, purred… something like a lioness growling before she bites your dick off. I got goosebumps. You can’t explain it; you have to experience it…

At 50, she commanded a turn. Without words, still so serious. After that, of course, nothing down there. She looked at the “limp one” and then at me. A nearly murderous look, as if to say, “WTF, and what is this supposed to be?” I just shrugged—what did you expect after such a serious introduction? She brutally poured oil on it, ran her hand over it, and mounted the horse. Then thigh between the legs and a proper slide. Finally, I had those beautiful “melons” right in front of my nose. She immediately shoved one into my mouth. I didn’t hesitate and started working on it. She clearly liked it and started moaning a bit. I could have stopped, but she didn’t allow it, and there was nowhere to move… Okay, enough jokes, this won’t work, it’s time to take the reins. I embraced her and playfully flipped her onto her back. She was quite surprised. I grabbed her wrists and put her hands in a “I surrender” position and held them there so she’d understand to leave them. Slowly…

Quickly to the shower, a fast clean-up, and a lover’s cuddle with a few mini kisses. While dressing, we finally exchanged a few words, and I think I understood why the “mechanical” start. Seven hours of shifts, someone every hour. It’s strange that with such a packed schedule, she only has three reviews. So I think she has this work routine down as a form of self-defense. Some girls don’t have it easy.

When arranging a follow-up for next time, she smiled, saying even 90 minutes might be too short for my plan, that it would be better for two or three hours, or that I could book her for the whole shift. I might have to break the bank.

She escorted me to the hallway to make sure I didn’t run into anyone. I hugged, kissed her, and dashed off. She asked where I was going, that she was coming with me to the door. Another hug, some whispers, kisses—damn, my wife would kill me, because the last time I said goodbye like this was about 30 years ago.

Well… the only saving grace is that a paid kiss at Rabbit Hall costs a grand. That’s sufficient “contraception”… although…

A repeat is more than clear because…
Conclusion: A beautiful girl, luxurious figure, skilled at her craft, may seem a bit serious at first, but only until you win her over, so it’s a great challenge. And if you succeed, I bet you’ll want her at home… Actually, what am I saying, no one go to her because then I won’t get back to her again…

admin edit: Nika – Rabbit Hall
Massage – 60min pussycat
Duration – exactly 60 min – door to room, room
Price – 2600,-

I usually write positive reviews, but this time, let’s say it’s a mixed one. I enjoy going to Rabbit Hall like a kid in a candy store and often like to try new masseuses. This time, I chose Ellie because her photos really impressed me. So, I headed to the Vinohradska branch.

Upon arriving at the salon, Ellie greeted me with a smile. The first issue arose when we got to the room—it was musty. I’ve never experienced anything like that at Vinohradska before. I’m not sure how the other girls handle it, whether they use air fresheners or ventilate somehow. The second issue was with the shower; the towel had an unpleasant smell. I’ve noticed this more frequently lately. I’m not sure if they need new towels or if they should use more detergent, but it’s something that should be addressed.

Ellie tried her best, but it just wasn’t working. The level of understanding between us was worse than with a masseuse whose language I don’t speak. Every sentence we exchanged required complicated explanations. It felt like two people from completely different worlds, with different understandings and opinions, not connecting on any level.

The shower was the usual routine for two, with nothing noteworthy or memorable happening. The massage on my stomach started with Ellie’s hands and gradually transitioned to body-to-body. But it just didn’t do anything for me; there was no atmosphere. After turning over, Ellie continued with the body-to-body massage. For my taste, not much was happening, and I didn’t feel much like participating, so we stumbled to the finish. After the massage, I declined the shared shower and opted for a separate cleanse.

In the meantime, Ellie has posted photos with her face on the website, and I’d say they’re well done and enhance her appearance, just like the body shots.

For me, it’s not worth repeating, but perhaps someone else will find common ground with her and get much more out of it.

My rating:
Body-to-body massage, 90 minutes
Paid: 2800