Don't be misled, though, but the apparent value: You see, the service providers (my 7-year-old twins) seem more interested in making money than providing a high quality service.
Today, the boys decided to each do one leg, and we introduced the concept of cream. Unfortunately, estimatation is not yet a strongly developed skill. The result was waaaay too much cream all over my legs, which subsequently found its way onto the bedsheets. "It's glubby!", announced Twin A joyfully, while Twin B left his post to go wash his hands off ("too creamy").
The whole affair had not gone on longer than about 3 minutes when already the young masseurs wanted to know "can we get paid now"? This cry, or a varient thereof, severly impeded the "massage" (of one could even call it that), for the next 2 and a half minutes. After explaining several times that it was not $2 worth of massaging yet, I finally gave up and just paid them to get out. Really, I wouldn't classify the experience as "relaxing".
$2... I guess you get what you pay for!