The bug-horse soldier sitting out in front (and awkwardly for Daniel, between his legs) on the submerged pool bench was a stark contrast to the two drones. He hadn’t uttered a sound for the last five minutes, instead sitting down in the water with his forelegs sitting in-between his outstretched hind ones. With eyes closed and red tongue poking out, the occasional wing twitch was the only movement as a pair of hands massaged banana-scented liquid soap onto the scar-spotted head. Daniel sighed at the thought of what he was doing, regretting his decision to just give up and let the four drones ‘volunteer’ his services out to every curious bug-horse that entered the ‘private’ bath area. 