"Sure, I'll start filling up the pool so the water's nice and hot."

Sana is at first utterly baffled and then incredibly impressed by the bidet that automatically activates for her.

... some water may have ended up on the floor when she quickly stood up, startled.

When she opens the door to the master bathroom, she tells mock-accusingly to Cynthia "You should have told me about the surprise water jet. I was surprised."

"It was very unexpected."

"Surprise water jet? Ohh... I've gotten so used to that automatic feature that it managed to slip my mind. But it must feel nice to be cleaned up like that, I hope... oh wow, now I get what you said about things being unsanitary! I won't even ask how you dealt with things before coming here."

"Also, you need to stop being fully clothed. You're going to be soaking wet and miserable, and this kind of soap is probably going to ruin your clothes. You don't take baths fully dressed, people."

Sana starts to undress.

Her eyes fixed on Cynthia in front of her, she gradually removes each piece, leisurely and intentionally.

When she's done she turns around, and slowly bends over to put them on the floor, next to the wall, in a neat pile.

She smiles at Cynthia, and walks into the pool.

Sofia is blushing so much. She's very self conscious as she undresses, and does so hastily, then submerges herself into the water and immediately sits down so that her body is fully underwater, only her face out - almost as red as her hair.

Cynthia casually lounges in the water, sitting down with her legs leisurely splayed out, taking up more space.

She gets closer to Cynthia and pokes her shoulder.

"See, the tub is huge, but it's not preventing me from bumping into you."

"No, there aren't any walls blocking you from reaching me. Of course if you move over you touch me. The point is that I can more or less take up as much space as I want without having to bump into you because this pool isn't big enough. Notice how I'm sitting?"

"Oh. Trust me. I have."

She kneels in front of her, and puts her right hand or her knee. "It's obvious you're really enjoying the space you have to keep your legs open."

"Eep!"

"Yes, absolutely. It feels so, so much better than having to push them together or cross them. It just feels natural to sit like this, relaxing everything and having all this space."

She moves her hand from the knee down to her calf. "I don't know, you still seem pretty tense, would you like a massage?"

"Yup! I think a lot of your clients will also be asking for massages. This is a good way to get practice!"

Oh, you will notice I don't need more practice.

She grabs her leg with both hands, and starts applying pressure with her thumbs - making small circles - while moving her hands upwards, from her ankle up to her knee.

She does this a couple times, eventually switching to her other leg.

"What should I focus on next? Do you feel more tense in your feet or in your tights?"

"I'm a lot tenser in the thighs, honestly." Cynthia gently purrs with delight, doing her best to remain dignified and collected as she enjoys Sana's massage.

She puts on her best serious face "Let me help you, then."

It's kinda scary how it's basically impossible to tell what she's feeling now, her face a mask of professionalism.

She shakes her head, and starts smiling again.

"Sorry, I... just come from a place where we don't show our emotions openly. Or at all."

She lets her hands reach higher, massaging Cynthia's thighs methodically, while always remaining a few inches lower than her hips.

When she moves to the other leg her fingers brush against her navel, and then resume their circles and pressure.

Cynthia keeps a poker face, choosing to enjoy herself as much as she can and happily purring any time Sana touches her just right. "Oh wow, they're going to love you! You're fantastic!"

Sofia is even more submerged now, just poking out from her nose upward.

She tried not looking. Or not staring.

But then she found that her curiosity is dragging her, irresistibly, to move closer and closer, until she's sitting right next to Cynthia.

Every time she switches from one leg to the other, her circles move imperceptibly closer.

And closer.

Until she lets her thumb slip, and accidentally ends up touching her mound.

"Whops, I'm sorry, my finger slipped!"

Cynthia only twitches the slightest bit. "I know you didn't slip. Next time, give a warning. You'd get in serious trouble if you did that to an actual client. But I'm sure you're glad to know that, now."