I wouldn't even call it a massage, actually, it was so half-assed. One foot but not the other. Jumping around from my back to my hand to my butt without rhyme or reason like someone who had never given a massage in their life. About fifteen minutes of just, I kid you not, holding my head and another five holding my feet. It was the most money-wasting, stressful hour I have ever spent. The opposite of relaxing. And the entry way smells like body odor. Never again.