By day, she is a poised, articulate university lecturer at the front of the classroom. By night, she is the massage therapist with the "best touch" in a dark room. She has kept these two lives secret for three years. Until one night, the man who lies down on her massage table turns out to be her rival, the very person competing with her for the same position at work. Eyes closed and completely unaware, he says her hands feel wonderful. Meanwhile, another gaze, from the parents' side, is closing in inch by inch on the secret she has hidden for so long. Someone is pounding at both sides of the wall. How much longer can she keep hiding?
