WARNING! The following page contains spoilers for the lore of Worlds Adrift
My skin felt so soft and supple, it was lovely! Still, when asked if I wanted my back doing, I must have turned scarlet. But I nodded, I didn't want to miss a part of the ritual. Under the cloche, the mud bubbled up from the thermal reserve. It took a brave hand to scoop it out, and when it hit my skin, I yelped. But it soon cooled, and I felt the bubbles tickle. The masseur said the bubbles were so delicate because of the pumice layer. And afterward, wow! I've never felt so clean.
When I eventually stepped outside, a pair of chickens surged past and flapped around the other bathers. This was the perfect distraction, and I took my chance to leap into the ice pool before the others could catch a glimpse. I couldn't remain in the ice water long, and so upped and dried myself in the steamless hot room. It was there that the Verdubans passed around a smoking pipe made of brass, like our kraken horns, which scented our bodies with sweet camphor and balsam.