"Let's begin," Veronica's voice was hoarse.
Amidst the swirling steam, I, naked, was wrapped layer by layer with white towels by several maids, then placed on a recliner next to the bathtub.
"What's going on?" I asked anxiously as the maids separated my limbs. I felt exposed in front of everyone, which made me feel insecure.
"It's nothing, miss," Veronica replied emotionlessly.
Four maids surrounded me, each responsible for one of my limbs. I lay back on the chair, watching as they delicately wiped my skin with rose water-soaked cloths, applied moisturizer, and carefully tended to my nails.
It felt like a statue being polished, emitting a pearly glow.
Under Veronica's gaze, the white towels were gradually unwrapped by the maids. The light from the crystal chandelier illuminated every
