The spa was called Sensibar and advertised itself by having a small bar in addition to its many wellness programs. It was part of a big hotel, located inside a red stone building with rows upon rows of white-painted balconies, but had its own separate entrance and could be visited without an appointnt.
John stepped inside and was imdiately enveloped by the thick layers of fragrances usually found in those places. Things like rosewood, oranges and the oils used in candles. Compared to the cold outside, the reception room of the spa was of a near unbearable heat, the winter jacket he was wearing surely didn’t help.
Between the election and now, about an hour had passed. The trip itself had only taken around 10 minutes. However, as John luckily realized before he walked in, he was broke. Nothing a quick dive into a dungeon couldn’t fix though. He fard so easier bosses and was promptly introduced to a new concept: diminishing returns.
It was a simple chanic: the money he earned from bosses more than twenty below his current level gave him less money. Another one of Gaia’s hotfixes to ensure that he wouldn’t just milk the system for absurd amounts of cash. Not that the $125000 he got out of that was anything to sneeze at.
With a newly filled wallet he walked up to the receptionist. “Hello,” he greeted.
“A good day to you,” answered the receptionist, a woman with brown hair bound into a ponytail. “How can I help you?”
“I would like one massage please, and a relaxing bath for her,” John pointed his head towards Aclysia. “In the sa area, if possible.”
“Of course, do you have an appointnt or are you here on…” her eyes narrowed, then widened in surprise. John smirked, that was a pretty obvious display of checking out his aura. It was getting pretty impressive, at least to the average Abyssal. Comparing himself to the receptionist, she was a match, and he was a torch. “…a special occasion?” the receptionist finished her sentence.
“The latter, I’ll have to say,” John bowed forwards on the liwood surface of the reception desk and whispered. “To be honest I would like it if my associate could enter the massage with ; she doesn’t need a program herself.” There was no reason to be this secretive, nobody else was in the room, but the Germans had a saying that caution was the mother of the porcelain box. That saying basically just ant that it was better to be careful.
“I understand,” the receptionist said and started writing things down with the keyboard in front of her. “Do you have a special request for the massage?”
“I would like to have your newest employee do it,” John said. “I heard so good things about that one.”
At that the receptionist rolled her eyes, but said nothing, leaving John to wonder what that ant. “Done,” she instead affird his request and took a key from the board behind her back. She gave it to him and received a sum of cash in return. “Your room will be number 31, you can change there as well. Please, feel free to use the towels provided.”
“Thank you,” John said and walked by the reception desk and further into the building. The way was properly guided and the rooms numbered in a logical way, so it wasn’t long until he found room 31.
The mont he stepped inside he was, sowhat predictably, pulled into an Illusion Barrier.
“What even is his ability? If you allow the question,” John, carefully, asked. His eyes darted to her Stats, “Also did you beco stronger again? That is…” he repressed the word bullshit, “...interesting.”
“I tire of this and I want your dick inside ,” Nathalia answered, “so I will make this quick. Romulus can rob gods of their power until their existences themselves vanish, if he is given opportunity. You are different in that you cannot steal, you can only take if given, but you have different abilities to compensate. For your other question, last ti we t I had rely gotten back what he stole from , I am still getting used to having it back after missing it for roughly two-thousand of your years. That is all. I now want to be fucked and you will oblige.”
That was an order he could live with. Having his life threatened had reduced his erection to limp status, but Nathalia, her hands back in non-scaled form, opened her bathrobe and presented her hourglass shaped body in all her glory to him. There was no way he could have resisted that sight and all thoughts of danger or other questions vanished.
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