I’ll never forget my first straight non-male spa experience. I won a raffle for a massage at Chelsea Piers. Arrive, given a robe and shown to a changing room, escorted to my massage room, told that my masseur would arrive shorty so get comfortable on the table, she leaves, I disrobe and hop on table ignoring the large plush towel on the table, masseur comes in and totally freaks out seeing my naked ass. It was so over the top. I told him no one said anything. He covers me with this too heavy towel then jabs me in the shoulder and says “see that sign”. Couldn’t enjoy anything after that.