“Seriously, the bathrobe.” Abigail whined as she got out of the bathroom wearing the cloth Claire offered. She gasped when Claire studied her long legs that were exposed through the slit.
“Perfect.” Gesturing an air kiss, Claire played a song Abigail never heard and held her hand. She dragged her down on the spa chair and drowned her feet in the massager which had flowers' petals running over the water. “I will complain to the Queen Mother if you stop me, okay?”
Abigail didn't know what to do. She just nodded. There was no way to back off anyway.
Claire reached the microwave and took a little bowl out of it. Abigail peeked and found something like black gel there. Rinsing her legs with the hand shower, Claire stirred the thing several times before she grabbed a stick and wore her hand
