After the bath I enjoyed lunch and decided to have a full body massage at the massage salon next.
The four of us come in dedicated clothes like underwear, each sleeping on separate beds separated by curtains.
"Well, I'll take care of you"
That's what the masseuse says, he bows.
"Thank you very much"
It's just words because I'm falling asleep, but I thanked you too.
Well, when you're done greeting me, it's a quick start to the massage.
"Let me apply the oil first ~"
The masseuse takes out something like a pot like that, and from it he smears something oily with a pattern and puts it on his hands.
And now, you're going to stroke my body with that hand.
"Hmmm......!
"Is there anything painful about it?
"Heh, I'm fine."
It can be a very strange feeling to be stroked around an almost naked body.
Pooh, it's getting warm.
Eventually, the masseuse's hand stroked my whole body tightly and I finally finished painting the oil.
"Then you will relax your body in turn ~"
And finally, it's the real thing about the massage.
The clerk's hand rubs my leg muscles in turn from the bottom.
It felt so comfortable.
"Huh... Huh?"
It leaks a less comfortable, more annoying voice.
Massage your hands straight up from calf to thigh and thigh to butt.
Rubbing your butt makes you more comfortable than ever.
Most importantly... that, I remember how it always felt when the four of us were in touch, makes me feel so much better.
"Ah ♪ Huh ♪ Huh ♪"
"Guests seem to feel a lot better."
A clerk's voice comes down on my back, but I couldn't afford to react.
I didn't expect this to happen just because I'm being massaged.
Or isn't the clerk too norry?
When I noticed, the massage was concentrated around my glutes.
I'm starting to feel like they're doing something I shouldn't.
Well, still, I only touch places like I touch them with a massage.
If you leave it to the clerk for a while, your comfort will gradually turn to drowsiness.
When I noticed, my eyelids dropped and I seemed to sleep for a little while.
The massage seems to be done around the glutes as well, and now he seems to have it rubbed from back to arm.
I finally finished my massage with a thorough rub on my shoulders, arms, and around my neck.
"How was it?
"Yes, it was very good......!
I say as I wake up physically and see how I'm doing.
It feels like your body's savings are softer or lighter.
I've always felt comfortable during my massage, and that's the service of a luxury inn.
With that in mind, the clerk looks at me and whispers in a sneaky little voice.
"If only you could… there is also a menu of more special massages…"
"What?"
And, special massage...... it's a meaningful word.
Will it make you feel better if I ask you?
Isn't it a lot better to ask a stranger to do that in the first place?
But the massage was very pleasant... and if you consider it an extension of that, nothing wrong with it?
Several thoughts circle through my head.
There's an unexpected voice in there.
"- Farri? Is it over yet?
It was the voice of the rig.
And you can also see me approaching the bed I'm sitting in.
Apparently, the massage was already over over there.
You must have come to look at me worried about not coming out.
"Oh, it's over!
I rush out of bed and walk over to the rig.
"Then shall I go back to my room with you? Quella and Anne are back."
"I got it!
That's how I get my massage out of bed, away and back to the room where I'm staying with the rig.
On leaving, bow to the masseuse.
The clerk waved me back.
With that poignant smile, I went back to my room with the rig, feeling... no, one way or the other, unhappy for what I was expecting.