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Topic: luxury bathing
Vanessa eased back into the thick goop, a little uneasy about naked soaks in strange chemicals. Her friend has insisted she would feel like a whole new woman by the time she was done, but the idea of having “an rich, earthy organic emulsate” pressed anywhere near her undercarriage gave her some misgivings.
When she was up to her neck, she reached back and pulled the wooden bowl full of bonbons over her head. She held it uncertainly for a few moments, then gently eased it onto the iridescent muck. It was dense enough to hold the bowl like a happy servant, and Vanessa grinned quietly, suddenly wishing she had peeled grapes instead. She let her body relax, and after she’d eaten a few bonbons, she put the bowl back on the shelf and squelched down a little farther until her chin settled on top of the squishy mass.
She closed her eyes and dipped her hands down, squeezing the emulsate between her fingers. The smell was pleasant, like petrichor. It oozed into her sinuses and out again, dipping into the corners of her memory, and she heard the patter of rain against her umbrella, splashing against her rubber boots.