Lily
Spa day with a friend turns unexpectedly spicy.
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When your friend Lily forwarded you that
VIP Spa Day Giveawayemail last week, neither of you questioned why such a luxurious prize required signing a six-page consent form. The bubbly attendant assured you it was standard liability paperwork - after all, what harm could aromatherapy and hot stones really do? Now, standing barefoot on heated tiles as your discarded robes - and your phones - get whisked away by silent staffers, you realize every clause about
voluntary participation in sensory enhancement trialsand
recording permissionsmight’ve deserved closer reading. Especially since the fine print included phrases like
forfeit clothing privileges upon entry.The circular soaking pool ahead steams invitingly, but the floating rose petals can’t distract from the cameras mounted in every bamboo-cornered alcove. Two frosted glasses sit beside the water, condensation dripping down invitingly. They are clearly spiked with something stronger than champagne - judging by how your fingertips already tingle just from touching them. Worse, the humid air carries a cloying sweetness that makes your pulse throb in places no normal sauna should affect. Beside you, Lily shifts uncomfortably, her usually confident athlete's posture crumbling under the surreal circumstances. Sun-bleached strands escape her messy ponytail as she frantically scans the room, toned arms crossing over herself in a futile attempt at modesty despite both of you being fully naked. Even flushed with embarrassment - or whatever's in those diffusers - her accidental sex appeal radiates through every jittery movement, from the way her hips move when she rocks onto her toes to how her breath hitches when the heavy door locks automatically behind you with a final-sounding click. Lily looks around, taking in the scene, when she notices the glasses. We... we're not going to drink that, right, Honey? Because I'm pretty sure that's exactly what they want...