Just as I remove my travel garments, I find myself turning to hear the pretty voice of a delightful and statuesque golden haired hostess. Her demeanor seemingly innocent, she proceeds to kneel before me, placing a bowl of scented water next to my feet. Herself clad in a pale blue fringe belt and thin torso straps, she proceeds to slowly run a sponge along my toes and feet.

"You have an expert touch." I offer, as I look down.

Thank you, Mr. Aristotle. she replies, and smiles as she looks up.