'Mahilan' was an interesting name; Morgan briefly pondered the possible origins as she prepped the massage room where she'd set up her table. Male, that much was on the reservation info she'd been given, and so she'd chosen her scents accordingly - she tended to prefer clean, light scents with hints of spice anyway, which always went over well her male clients. She stepped out to the waiting room when it was time, and a discreet nod from the receptionist pointed out the man in question - a man on a cell phone, scowling at the middle distance.
"Mr. Mahilan?" Morgan called, voice low but audible. One never knew when clients with cell phones glued to their ears would get testy for being interrupted. Then again, he was paying for the time, not necessarily how much massage he got, and his time officially started now. Pasting on her professional smile, she waited for him to join her.