Letting Tolerance's temperature auto-regulation drop, something I worked on so I could really feel the temperature of the hot water that washed over my skin, the expensive products Anise had insisted I try built into a rich lather. Her gift sent home with me from Crystalline Spa's collection - some sort of honey and oat concoction that was supposed to [nourish and illuminate].
According to the packaging. And her smiling reading of it. The fragrance of the products was nice and would likely remain for the evening. I shake my head and kept my mind focused on the sensations of the immediate routine, for I'd lose my nerve entirely if I let my thoughts drift to what I was preparing for - and to what I was about to do.
