Wiggling back into what is left of my dress, moaning all the more over how sore my back is! Wondering if the hot springs are still open at this unholy hour of the day when my boytoy comes pouting into my room. Listening in how his demands and how they make just total sense!<br/><br/><strong>"Horray! Bath and massage time!"</strong>Scampering out of the room half dressed, not bothering to wait for the meat shield to come along before heading out of the street and towards one of my more favorite bathouses in the city.