If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), use the same beginning words and end with the words: “the door swung shut.” (also included in the word count)
The door swung open and Nana found herself faced with a large, hairy armpit. A doughy lump of a woman in a spaghetti top and sarong overflowed from a revolving chair. A bird-like young girl bent over her, forceps in hand, plucking one hair after another. The enormous woman grimaced from time to time, but found a moment to smile at Nana.
“What you want madaaam?” she drawled in Thai contralto. If a python could sing, it would sound like her.
“Just looking to join my husband for a massage. He said he’d be in the last massage parlour down this road.”
“Your husbaaand, madaaam? No man come here, woman-only parlour madaaam, come in come in,” said the woman, shaking the girl off, rising to her small, pudgy feet.
“Oh, I’ll go find him then.”
“Only come in that door, no go out, madaaam.” The woman moved fast for someone her bulk.
“Pretty white girl like you get good price,” smiled the woman, grabbing Nana’s arm, “in two days I get back all the money I pay your husband for youuu.”
As Nana struggled, she felt a needle sink into her arm. Behind her, the door swung shut.