<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Chrisevans.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: M. Vaas (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who: (Open)</strong><br/><strong>Where: Washroom</strong><br/><strong>When: Late Morning, preparing for the day. </strong><br/><strong>Wearing:  Nothing</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The cool water poured from the showerhead and down his naked form, washing away the sweat from his morning workout. Mason stood for a few moments, head bowed beneath the spray, feeling the kinks which had developed slowly melt beneath the rhythmic patter upon his flesh. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Jasmine oil which merrily bubbled above a tea-light in the soapstone burner on the counter outside the shower. He exhaled, allowing his shoulders to relax and his spine to lengthen. He flexed his powerful arms, contracting then releasing each muscle in turn. Slowly, he began to feel his mind awaken and expand... Blood rushing to his limps, his heart beating proudly in his chest.<br/><br/>Mason smiled to himself, locked in a memory... then shook it from his head and began to wash. each body part was given special attention as he cleaned himself, preferring to feel and smell clean... Though he enjoyed sweating, he hated letting it linger. His tousled dirty blonde hair was touched first, lathered and rinsed with a masculine-scented shampoo. His genitals, backside, and feet were last, lathered up and washed with soap (which he preferred over body-wash). As he finished, his thoughts were already turning to the first act of business for the day: he would get accustomed to the Spa, the tables, and everything he needed to know to do his job. He hadn't seen anyone when he'd arrived, day-bag in tow, to clean himself and dress for a casual day at the office. He expected privacy, but he had only been on the island a few short days. He didn't mind a visitor, in the least.<br/><br/>The shower went silent, the smoky glass partition opened, and Mason fished a nearby towel from the rack. He dried himself off and stepped out onto a warm rug. Nearby, his day bag, the clothes he would wear for the day, and his toothbrush and comb waited. With the weather having proved to be so beautiful, and the pleasant breeze swirling up off the ocean, Mason had decided to wear one of his favorite silk uniforms today: black silk pants and a top colored deep maroon, with the Chinese characters for "Peace", and twin tigers moving up his chest and out onto the sleeves. A Yin-Yang symbol decorated each cuff. It was both handsome and professional. The outfit hung, waiting patiently.<br/><br/>Still believing himself to be alone, and deciding to let himself indulge in the freedom the island offered, Mason went about completing his ablutions in the nude. He'd get dressed last, then head into the other room to begin his investigations.