Caravanserai [Abalos Spa]

[Flower]

Using only plant derived products from Aveda, the Abalos Spa offers guests unlimited opportunities for luxurious pampering. Services include private and couple massage, hot stone treatment, tulsara facial treatment, detoxifying wraps, saltwater sensory deprivation flotation pool, and full salon packages for hair, nails and makeup, and much more.

Game Time: July 1, 2025 to July 11, 2025

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Credit to Oxy for graphics and Hockeygod for description

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: a tan v-neck shirt with white low slung cotton pants, sandels, and a scarf as shown
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Becky

Breezy was having a blast at Caravanserai. She couldn't remember when she had so much positive attention or laughed so hard. And yet, even though her thoughts often linger on a certain handsome, dorky, model of a man, she was ready for a little rest from all the crazy fun. And who better than her new friend Becky to unwind with? They hadn't really had much time to chat, outside of a hello at the speed dating and masquerade and a few boozy moments under the stars. Yet she felt like they had an almost instant connection that made her excited to have a day for just the girls.

She slung a beach tote over her shoulder which had a bathing suit, a bottle of water, and a change of clothes and sat in a soft hotel chair as she waited for her new 'bud'. Breezy had perused the brochure for the spa early that morning as she ate breakfast. This was going to be nice. When had she last let herself be pampered? Years, most likely. She wasn't sure what Becky would want to do, they hadn't really gotten past the "OMG, yes! Spa" part of the conversation in deciding to go. There were a few guest perks that most interested Breezy herself - the full body mud mask followed by a sauna and soak, and of course, who would turn down an hour long massage. Really whatever they did sounded heavenly given the pretty pictures and decadent sounding choices in the pamphlet.

She was ready to gab and giggle and let the last tensions from her old life melt away!

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: White tank top, white yoga pants, flip flops.
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Breezy!

Another late, lazy morning had turned into another beautiful, early afternoon. Becky swore that time stood still here in the desert. Every day felt the same as the ones before in all the best possible ways to be reliable, and brand new in all the best ways for the world to keep turning.

This afternoon's appointment she was especially looking forward to. After dealing with nerves, men, and trying to find herself for a few days she just needed some plain old girl time. And thankfully she'd found the perfect friend to have it with. There was no share of lovely women at Caravanserai, but Breezy was that combination of down to earth and humble that made Becky feel at home.

"Breeeeeeezy." She said happily as she slipped up behind the lovely redhead, bare arms wrapping around her stomach and cheek resting against her shoulder as she hugged the girl side to side with a grin. "I am so glad you suggested this." She spoke with her easy smile, none of the anxiousness she felt while trying to make good impressions or meet new people there at all, in fact quite the opposite. She slipped around to her side, arm coming up her back to go around her shoulders as the two walked towards the entrance.

"What do we do first?" She asked excitedly. "Oh oh mud bath! Mud bath?" She suggested happily. "Okay confession time I've never actually done one of these before they always seemed too damn weird to me." She laughed. "But maybe that was just I couldn't stop thinking what they used for the mud in California." She said, a clear dislike of that thought in her mind. "This brochure said they mix the stuff here with like, Dead Sea type water and all sorts of other nonsense that I don't know what the hey it is but it just sounds so cool!" She said, grinning eagerly at Breezy.

"So uh, mud thing?" She asked with big puppy dog eyes, as if she was at the mercy of her companion. "Or like, you know, whatever it all sounds fun!" She said, her previous begging instantly forgotten as they neared the entrance and the decision must be made!

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: a tan v-neck shirt with white low slung cotton pants, sandels, and a scarf as shown
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Becky

Breezy had just stood up from her chair when she felt arms going around her. At first she tightened up, unsure what was happening, but that warm embrace and bubbly voice caused her to soften instantly. "Hey Becky!" She had to giggle. Her arms moved to wraps up against Becky's hands as she squeezed them together. She gave the hug back as best she could before finally looking at her friend. "I can't believe we haven't done this sooner, I mean - how often are we going to have access to a full service spa like this?" Well, she knew why. The resort was very good at setting up fun activities for their guests and for the most part Breezy spent her time being swept off her feet by handsome gentlemen. Now it was her own time to do the sweeping and what better than in a climate controlled room, on a comfy table, while being slathered with sweet smelling stuff.

"You ready?" Becky seemed to be of a similar mind to her own. Of course she seemed a bit more outwardly animated. But that was part of Becky's undeniable charm. "Mmm, yes." She nodded as they walked towards the double doors of the spa. "I think the mud bath is definitely in order. For starters! I told them we would be here most of the afternoon."

They headed in and were quickly greeted by the main receptionist. After that Breezy felt a bit like one of those accidentally princesses - women who didn't know they were oh so special until one fateful day. They each had two attendants who ushered them into a changing room where they changed into skimpy suits, had their hair pinned up, and had them sprayed down with floral scented water before they headed into a large room that was most definitely the 'mud room'. Lights turned down low, heated floors, vanilla wafting through the room as pleasant background music pulled them in towards two large bath tubs.

Breezy grinned at Becky. "Ready?" Her nose wrinkled a bit at the idea of dunking herself into the squishy, semi solid mass. But a part of her wanted to take a really long nap in it too.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: White tank top, white yoga pants, flip flops.
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Breezy!

Becky nodded and smiled and mmmmm'd in agreement as she was told they'd be here most of the afternoon. She snuggled into Breezy as the two walked, obviously quite experienced and walk-snuggling, and grinned at the receptionists as they made their arrangements to be covered in mud.

Cute, snide, observations about how kids got to do this for free when it rained bounced around in her head, turning into fuzzy happy memories of being a young one in Mississippi rain and not knowing how uncouth it was to build mud castles and catch whatever wriggling things she found in nearby creeks. Looking at Becky now one could never imagine her on her hands and knees pouncing on salamanders and toads and anything else that would slip out of her hands as she laughed. Oh but now it was different. Now she got to cover herself in mud because she was beautiful. Not because she was a weird little kid. She smirked a bit at how things seemed to change around once you got to the top. Weird little kid - muddy, normal woman - never muddy, rich and fabulous - muddy. Get rich enough and folks really didn't know the difference between a sow's ear and a silk purse after all. But who was she to judge? Life just sort of rolled off her like a gentle rain. She tried to treat life the same way.

She kept Breezy's hand in hers until they had to split up to change and then, when they were led to the bath she quickly found the red-head's hand and squeezed it tightly in her own again. This whole process was strange to her and strange made her giggly. She needed to know her friend was there and in this with her.

"Mm hmmm" she said with a smile, she let go of the hand so they could climb into their perspective tubs and then reached out again for it, hoping it would find her and she could squeeze it once more.

"Oooooh." She said as she let the feeling sink in. "I've never felt mud this warm before..." She said, inadvertently letting slip that she was experienced with more room temperature mud. "Oh yeah I think I get it now..." her lower back especially felt wonderful like this. "Oooooh." She sighed and closed her eyes for a minute, letting the mud work its magic.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: a tan v-neck shirt with white low slung cotton pants, sandels, and a scarf as shown
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Becky

Breezy had learned to not be very trusting of personal affection in her old life. Her fiance had used it as leverage often. Not in any kind of violent way, but there was always purpose behind his touches. Perhaps it was linking arms to seem extra happy at a family or work engagement, a peck on the cheek to soften her resolve on a life-changing decision, or a sweet stroke down her side to get something he wanted between the sheets. As she had jetted towards the desert, old Brielle had wondered if she would ever trust another person's touch. Who knew so few days would have to go by before she was kissing random strangers (her count was up to two so far!) and swaying hands with a lovely spa companion like Becky - without fear.

As they walked, Breezy loosened their grip till just their fingertips were folded over each other's in a light and playful connection. She let their arms swing lazily between them until the last second they had to part to get ready for mud dunking! "See ya soon." She grinned to her friend as they went to get 'clean' before getting the most healthy kind of dirty. She wondered who was the first person in history to think this was a good idea. Either someone who was very smart or just smelly and desperate.

Together again, her hand was fully attached to Becky's, palms touching. It was a giddy - nervous feeling akin to what they might experience if they were doing a zip line or sky diving. What could a little mud do? And yet, it had her grinning like a silly fool.

Unlinked for a moment, Breezy went to her own tub and climbed the little wooden steps the provided to get into the tub. She leaned awkwardly in her skimpy two-piece to grasp the sides of the tub before putting just her big toe in. "Ooo... indeed!" She mimicked the sounds Becky was making as she let the rest of her pale, freckled leg slide into the warmer than expected mud. She stepped the other leg in and then slowly lowered her whole frame in. There was a cushion covered in a towel for their heads to rest on and Breezy lumped all of her red hair on top of it before getting settled. She wasn't able to have her fingers completely mud free before she found her friend's grasp again. But as she intertwined their fingers together for a comforting squeeze, it didn't seem to matter.

"MMm... this is nice." Her eyelids fluttered for a moment. She hoped they had a time set up somewhere - she could sadly see herself drifting off right away and then finding their day over when she woke. "Did you ever play with mud when you were little? I used to make mudpies on my back deck!" Breezy grinned still with her eyes closed. "It was a mess I'm sure - mud and bits of weeds and flower petals everywhere. What was worse - when I decided to play castle moat by flooding the flower beds with our hose." Her soft laugh echoed around the cozy room.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: White tank top, white yoga pants, flip flops.
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Breezy!

Becky stiffened a little as Breezy asked about mud pies. How does she know?!? Her body language asked. Years of moving about in the circles of the nouveau riche had conditioned her to think it never appropriate to acknowledge the slightest flaw - a compulsion she was irked after a moment to find out she still had.

She relaxed a moment later, breathing evenly as she smiled over at her friend. "Oh my god all the time." She said eagerly. "We had this little creek in the woods out back from my place and when it rained it would get all these little streams of water nearby it from all over and we'd build little dams and float little paper boats down it and such all day long." She laughed easily at the memory. "I sometimes wish I could find something as entertaining as a stream and a free afternoon was when I was a kid." She reflected briefly on how all the most expensive night clubs and the luxury of being a superstar's wife never made her feel even half as entertained as playing in the mud when she was little.

"I still remember one time I spent so long making my little boat all perfect and I set it down and pushed it away and was already telling my friends about all the people on it and it and - " Becky had to pause her story to laugh again. "This big ole snapping turtle just went and grabbed it not more than ten feet down the little creek. He must have come down from the swamp or something." Becky laughed. "I was so devastated, all my friends thought it was the funniest thing." She laughed as if to show that she did too in retrospect. "They'd all act like they were afraid I'd sic a turtle on them just to make me feel bad." She giggled madly at the memory.

"Did your momma not throw a fit? I'd have had my hide tanned so good if I ever got anything on our floors or flooded her flowers."

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: a tan v-neck shirt with white low slung cotton pants, sandels, and a scarf as shown
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Becky

Breezy kept a soft hold on her friend's hand even as her eyes shuttered closed and her body slipped just a tiny bit further under the mudline in her tub. Her friend's story made her smile and sigh, pulling at her own emotional memories of being young and messy. It was indeed the most fun part of her life but it was also the beginning of awkward times when her silly youth didn't lend well to the catty nature of adolescence. "Oh, no your poor boat. And that poor turtle!" Breezy giggled. That couldn't have done anything good for the little beast's digestion. And then - the news that they made her fun of her after? "Oh, those little rascals. You should have sent the turtle after them for those comments!" She laughed some more.

"Oh, my mom? Hmmm, I can't remember if I got in trouble. But I do seem to remember weeding her flowerbeds a great deal when I was little. So perhaps that was punishment for all the flooding." Breezy laughed. It certainly wasn't funny at the time - having to spend hours every weekend hunched over pulling weeks in the heat. But now - it was pretty funny.

The atmosphere in the room was heaven - warm and cozy as they marinated in their dark, wet oatmeal like bath. But Breezy began to feel a little parched. She released Becky's fingers to slowly slide up and reach for a glass if ice water with cucumber that had been left out for them. She took a small slip before moving to scratch an itch on her shoulder.

"Becky..." She waited till her friend responding with a sound that meant she was listening. "I saw you at the speed dating event, with that guy Benjamin... when you kissed him." It was too dark to see if Becky wasn't snoozing, so Breezy reached out to touch her friend's hand again. But she had forgotten that her fingers had gone through mud to scratch at her shoulder and without meaning to - flung a big glob straight at Becky. The clump of mud landed on Becky's cheek, which was facing her friend's way and was much, much closer than she had percieved in the dark.

Breezy's eyes went wide. "Oh, um.. oh man, I am sorry. I didn't mean..."

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: White tank top, white yoga pants, flip flops.
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Breezy!

Becky smiled at the memory. "Oh if I had a snapping turtle that did what I said trust me there would be a lot of people in this world with chunks out of their asses." Becky could indeed think of a very long list of people who, in her opinion, would be greatly improved by a snapping turtle bite or six. The thought actually brought a happy smile to her face. Her smile continued unabated at the thought of little red-headed Breezy doing her mom's gardening completely unaware it was a punishment. Yeah, Becky could see that happening.

The two relaxed quietly, letting the mud do its magic. Becky felt her cares and troubles floating away and didn't even react much as Breezy's hand left hers, she just kept hers hanging out there assuming Breezy's would come back. Or maybe it wouldn't. They could be more cuddly later when they weren't caked in mud. Well, probably not in the dry sauna either, Becky reflected. And it would be physically very difficult when getting massages. In fact she was mentally running down a list of when it was acceptable to cuddle in a spa when Breezy spoke again.

"Hmmm?" She said in response to her name. Her eyes were closed but she tiled her face towards Breezy anyway. She smiled at the beginning of the statement. Then she realized she'd seen Breezy with Benjamin at the pool. Oh. Was she really going to? SPLAT.

Becky sat up a little straighter, eyes opening quickly as the mud hit her face. It was a strange thing, to get upset that someone had thrown mud at her when almost all of her body was sinking in it. But that had actually come quite close to her hair. Which was totally covered up and completely safe. But still! "Ooooh." Her eyes narrowed but she kept her calm.

"No no it's fine don't worry." She said with a tone that was entirely too sweet. She let herself settle back into the mud. "So what were you saying about the speed dating. That all went by so fast you know? First they were here." She moved her arm in an exaggerated motion one direction, "then there." she moved it back towards Breezy, this time "accidentally" swinging low and splattering towards Breezy.

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry are you okay?" Becky asked with a rather narrow voice.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: a tan v-neck shirt with white low slung cotton pants, sandels, and a scarf as shown
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Becky

Breezy sat up and started to look around for extra towels to give her friend when she heard a sickeningly sweet tone come from the other tub. UH oh. "Becky...." Her friend was on a roll and before she could apologize again, a volley of mud came across the small divide and splattered across Breezy's face. She gasped, and then spit a small bit of mud from her lips. There were a few moments of silence while her new BFF apologized. But something told Breezy that while the apology she gave had been sincere, this one was... not so.

Oh, oh, it's on!

Breezy reached up to wipe some mud off her forehead before letting her fingers dip into the ammunition reserve that she was currently soaking in. "I said... I saw you kissing Ben! First, it was a hand kiss..." A soft flick of brown raindrops sailed over. "Then it was a cheek kiss." A slightly larger size dollop landed on Becky's shoulder. "And... and then, you kissed his lips!" Well, now it was a full-on snowball fight, but... with mud.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: White tank top, white yoga pants, flip flops.
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Breezy!

Becky wasn't much of an actress, so she knew that her best move was to turn away quickly when the mud hit her. This was not because she was injured or offended, it was more to hide that fact that she was about to start giggling like crazy. Ah, an old fashioned mudfight! She'd already been thinking about this since they'd been talking about what they did in the mud as kids. And hey, they even had this excuse - as flimsy as it was since Becky didn't have any real long term interest in Benjamin, but hey, why not keep going with it?

When she turned back she was still doing a fairly terrible job disguising the fact that she was more about to burst into laughter than anger, but at least she was no longer actively grinning. "Oh I see." She said, standing up and emerging from her tub. Caked in mud from head to toe she probably was actually even more muddy than the time she'd played in it as a child. "Someone feeling a little insecure?"

She stepped over to Breezy's tub and into it, standing at the tail end of it staring down at her friend. She had to pause and turn around again to stop herself from breaking into laughter, completely ruining the menacing image she was trying to project.

"Well maybe if you try to be a bit more like me he'll be...." she grinned. "ALL OVER YOU." She fell forward into the mud, bringing her hands up and smooshing them into Breezy, leaving huge globby mudprints all over!

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: a tan v-neck shirt with white low slung cotton pants, sandels, and a scarf as shown
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Becky
There was a large gasp and then a sloshing sound in Breezy's tub as she saw Becky start to rise out of the mud. OMG, what in the world was that crazy girl going to do? Breezy raised her hands up to calm down her mud covered friend but then... Becky had to taunt her by calling her insecure. Breezy? Of course, she was insecure. She was a sputtering, dorky mess especially compared to Becky who had it all going on and then a bag of chips! It made the redhead start to pout but then a surge of self-esteem came out of somewhere and Breezy shot back. "Well, at least he followed me in the pool after my kiss!"

As she spoke, Becky seemed intent on her own actions as she literally climbed over into Breezy's tub. "Eeeeee... Becky! What are you doing? Aaaah!" She squeezed as back as far as she could and started to wonder just how hard it would be to jump straight out of the very viscous liquid. "Look, I didn't mean..." Suddenly she realized Becky was laughing and the two ladies fell back together into the mud.

A large gasp could be heard and then... Breezy laughed too, hard. She started to roll and squish and wrestle with her friend, tossing handfuls of mud... everywhere. Red tendrils broke free of her head-wrap and soon she was brunette, having face planted a few times right into the gooey substance beneath them. Eventually, she tired and sat down with a splash, sending one more flick towards her Becky. "Oh... my... I wonder if he would kiss us now?!" She couldn't help but giggle and give Becky one last bit muddy hug.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: White tank top, white yoga pants, flip flops.
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Breezy!

"Well you were all alone, he probably just felt sorry for you." Becky said, squealing with laughter as the mud slinging commenced. She held up her hands, rather uselessly as mud just sort of splattered everywhere anyway. And also she was already soaked in mud why did she even care? She dropped her hands laughing and shoveled more at her friend. Soon the two of them were hard to tell apart from the mud they sat in. Where did they end and the mud begin? Or did it at all? Only the constant laughing and half-assed insults even letting anyone know there were people in the middle of this mud pile.

"Breezy!" Becky shouted out as her friend flopped into the mud. She pulled her out quickly, wiping the mud away from her face and wrapped her arm around her, bursting out in laughter as the two ended up leaning up against the side of the tub, absolutely coated in it. Becky had to blink her eyes many times just to be able to open them enough to see anything.

She laughed anew at Breezy's question. "I think we'll be lucky if anyone ever kisses either of us again if they see this." She chuckled again, leaning into the woman and snuggling up to her. "We'll have to run away together."

She paused. "Where do you even run away to from here though? We're already in the best place to hide from the world in!"

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: a tan v-neck shirt with white low slung cotton pants, sandels, and a scarf as shown
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Becky
Giggles and more giggles. That was all that could be heard in the room now. They laughing and sloshing drowned out the quiet ambient music that was meant to put them in a relaxing state. Well, Breezy was feeling happy and relaxed but she didn't think they had intended the route she took to get there. Covered in mud and completely drained of adrenaline, she lay her head against Becky's muddy shoulder as they sat and just breathed. Every so often, one of them would start laughing again and then it would infect them both. "Ehhh... hmm? Well, that's okay. We can just kiss each other!" Breezy grinned but then realized what she had said out loud and a very bright red formed under all that muddy brown.

Saved by the spa-attendant, she bolted upright as they heard the door open and then someone says "What the fuck?!?" Both Breezy and Becky quickly pointed at each other to blame before bursting out loud again. "Oh, um... I slipped. And she slipped. We..... slipped." Breezy grabbed Becky's hand as they stumbled out of the mud baths and headed for the exit. The attendant was on the verge of laughing herself, but in that "are you kidding me?!?" way that meant she wasn't looking forward to cleaning it all up.

Breezy scooped up all her stuff and tugged her friends towards the shower, absolutely mortified that they had been caught making such a mess. "You said something about running?" She giggled again, fixing her face to try and look serious. "Well, we are covered in mud. Maybe they won't have noticed who we were!"

She stood under the water, trying to get the mud out of - everywhere, thinking about what to do next, and trying to not let her mind wander to the topic of kissing.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: White tank top, white yoga pants, flip flops.
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Breezy!

Becky froze, mid hug of Breezy, as the attendant walked in and found them there, like two cats sitting in the middle of a completely shredded room.

"Ummm." Becky started, but shut up as Breezy made excuses. She nodded along eagerly, as if she had any credibility whatsoever, and then burst into giggles again.

Thankfully, with what they were paying, hosing down the mud room was more than covered and there wasn't any real feeling beyond stunned exasperation from the poor staff who shooed the two giggling girls into the showers.

A few moments of the steaming water had washed out a lot of the mud. Not all of it by any stretch, but a good deal of it. Becky surrendered to the friz and tossed aside her hair cap, just telling herself she'd get it done again at the end of the day anyway.

After making a rather good effort at un-muddying themselves. Becky smirked up at her shower and turned it off. "Oh no it's broken." She said with mock alarm, and stepped into Breezy's flow of water. "Guess we'll have to share." She said with a lower voice, her eyes half open as she wrapped her wet hands around Breezy's back and turned the girl to face her.

"Now uh...what were you saying earlier?" She grinned and moved in slowly.

If Breezy offered no resistance, or only token resistance really, Becky would plant her lips firmly on the girls and give her a long, slow, sweet, friendly kiss as she held her close.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: a tan v-neck shirt with white low slung cotton pants, sandels, and a scarf as shown
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Becky

The hot water was a calming balm to the adrenaline that was still racing through Breezy's veins. Had she ever done something so spontaneous and crazy before? Well, besides deciding to come to Caravanserai in the first place on her own after the wedding fell through? She did her best to focus on washing her hair and scrubbing mud out of every nook and cranny. But it was difficult to not just stand under the delicious spray that had two different shower heads - one a normal nozzle and one that was more like a rain shower that came from above to melt all your worry away. Breezy hadn't completely taken off her mud-soaked underthings as it was a semi-private shower stall - just a flimsy translucent piece of plastic that didn't span the entire width of the opening. She pulled down her bra straps and had worked some water under the edges of her bikini bottoms - getting as much as she could.

She only barely heard her friend say something about her water being out before the curtain was moved and suddenly Breezy wasn't alone. "Becky!" The redhead giggled as she was spun around, a mass of wet ringlets thankfully covering her blushing cheeks. "What are you doing?! We're going to get into even more trou... oh!" The look on her friend's face was primal - like a cat moving in for the kill. It might have just been the water, but she swore she could see the tips of Becky's canine's poking out behind her grin. And it was... amazingly hot. The water or Becky? Breezy was having trouble thinking past the squeeze of their bodies and the way her heart beat through her chest. "I said that...", she finally got out, gulping audibly, "we could just kiss each other." Her voice became smaller and smaller she spoke and the two ladies moved closer. The word 'other' was only half heard as she parted her lips and Becky made good on her intentions.

Breezy swooned - actually swooned - taking a step back to lean against the cool shower wall and pulling Becky with her. Her hands moved to the girl's shoulders, holding her close as her mouth opened more to return the kiss with the barest of licks against those canines.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: White tank top, white yoga pants, flip flops.
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Breezy!

Becky was learning more and more about herself the more time she spent at Caravanserai. The woman who had never even let herself entertain a sapphic thought less than a year ago was now behaving like a catnip-dosed tigress as Breezy swooned in her arms.

She eagerly pressed the girl against the shower wall, her own body smoothly pinning the smaller woman between herself and the cool tile. She moaned into the kiss, a moan like a deep purr coming out the darker woman as she took Breezy's hands in hers and raised them above the girl's head. She felt like she was in charge. It made her feel good. Very good. The way Breezy's tongue was teasing around her teeth just made her feel better.

She tilted her head, pressing harder into the kiss, letting her body press into Breezy, the two water-slick women meshed together as Becky firmly put her hands against Breezy's, pinning them to the wall just as much as the rest of her was pinning the rest of Breezy. She let one of her legs slip between the red-head's, running a knee between them just because she could.

She pulled back from the kiss, smiling like she was about the most satisfied she'd ever been. Her grin just deepened as she took in Breezy for a moment. "I'm so glad we got a chance to relax together." She said idly, her eyes then trailing down Breezy's body, nice and stretched out by her hands being held above her head. Becky slid one hand over to the other and spread her hand to cover both of them, while letting the other trail softly down Breezy's arm to cup her face for a moment. She leaned in and planted a playful kiss on the girl's nose before her hand continued trailing down the woman's side, softly and gently it made it's journey, trailing down to her hip and then back up again to wrap about her waist and pull her in even closer.

Becky kissed her again. This was less gentle, exploring, tentative question of a kiss, much more of an assertion of warm, friendly, loving power.

[Lady Sakura]

Name: Nyasha Von Koli
Date | Time: June 11 | 11amish
Wearing: In picture
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Her appointed massage therapist (william)


Nyasha was always a morning person as she sauntered into the Abalos's spa right before her appointment. Immediately booking an appointment after she got into her hotel room. There was nothing like self-care to set the mind right. To allowing someone else to firmly push those stresses away.

It was hot so she settled for a simple dress that tied over one shoulder. It made it easier for her to take off when she was told to strip down and get comfortable. Afterwords she had booked a nice little reservation for one at the Mirage for lunch. She had her profolio bag with her. She could eat and look over some sketches before they were due. Right. You're thinking didn't you come to this place to relax and not work. However, when you loved what you were doing it never really felt like work. Nyasha loved drawing and designing and this place was just so full of inspiration that she wanted to absorb it all.

So as she checked herself into her appointment she settled in an empty sit and waited. Mapping out what she had planned next after lunch in her head. She felt it would be good chance to walk about talk to some locals maybe find some little trinkets to take back with her. This was such a beautiful place. 

[Gannameade]

 

Name:William B. Fine
Date | Time: June 11 | 11am
Wearing: In picture
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Nyasha




William was not really a morning person, but since his best friend let him borrow his kitchen last night.  He cleaned it up and had his breakfast

Chocolate covered Bacon

ready to go.  He made a couple of pans and let them cool.  When he got up exercises it was the first thing he got into. 

This place had its moments of paradise, this was one.  When his watch went off and told him had an 11 o'clock.  That was the other, he wasn't a womanizer far from it, but he did like the female form, he didn't gawk or leer but he definitely admired.  He made sure no one left his table stressed.  He was scared sometimes, people thought he was doing something to them as a couple he had to wake up, really wake up.  Between that and the tips, it did his heart good to know he had removed whatever stress they may have had for at least an hour or two.

When he laid eyes on the woman that sat down he was quickly reminded of why he loved his job, she was lovely a true feast for the eyes.  He checked her order, but then was determined to get to know her.  He opened the door as the room was semi-lit with candles.  It was just a relaxed scented candle, he added incense per client as once he determined their mode he made the scent special for each one.

"Ms. Von Koli??  I am William I will be taking care of you today, is that all right?"  He moved to take her hand and kiss it before escorting her into the room, it was his sole task to make this all about her.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: a tan v-neck shirt with white low slung cotton pants, sandels, and a scarf as shown
Location: Spa
Tagging: Becky

Becky was in charge. And that seemed just fine for the drenched redhead who felt dizzy from kissing her friend, like drunk on the best kind of boozy cocktail. Sweet - that was a wonderful word to describe how the woman's lips tasted against her own as they kissed. It was like licking a dripping fruit pop - wet and juicy with the hint of tartness that made you taste it again and again. Her friend seemed eager to capture her further, her arms being moved through the spray of water to a position over her head. Liking the feeling, like it a lot, Breezy stretched her body up and strained just a little on her toys. She wasn't too much shorter, but the stretch and the feeling of being held there made something in her insides go funny in the best kind of way.

She moaned her eagerness, as the rest have her had been made deliciously immobile. Breezy had to giggle a little and nod as she took a breath after that amazing smooch. "MMm, yes, glad I thought of it." She grinned with a cocky little smartass turn of the corner of her mouth. She wasn't in charge or directing anything at this point - Becky solidifying that point by spreading her already strained legs apart and pulling her closer.

Those tugs and pulls made shivers and goosebumps combat the heat of the water that still sprayed around them. Thank goodness for tankless water heaters and for brazen brown-eyed girls! She might have said something else, maybe to admit how much this was exciting her or perhaps doubt at stopping before they got caught again. But there were those beautifully soft and demanding lips on hers again. This was turning into a full-on make-out session. Her lips parted but not to speak - her tongue eagerly pushing for entrance to see if she could get just another taste.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: White tank top, white yoga pants, flip flops.
Location: Oasis Spa
Tagging: Breezy!

Becky was enjoying herself, her cat-that-caught-the-Breezy smile and her affectionate body language made this quite clear. But she was also in very uncharted territory. She didn't quite know what to do from here, both as the dominant one, or with a woman.

"Well." She said, when the kiss finally ended. "I'm so glad you thought of it." She leaned in and planted a playful kiss on the red-head's nose. While the other woman was only a few inches shorter, she was much lighter, thanks to the woman's slender build and Becky's build that was many things but slender was not one of them. It was easy for her to feel like she was in charge with the woman. It didn't hurt at all that she looked oh so pretty when she was 'helpless.'

She couldn't help herself. She dove in for one more kiss, this time pressing their bodies together rashly, her hand snaking up around Breezy's back and pulling her close to her, pressing their curves together in a soft, sweet, lush embrace. As the kiss finally broke off she bit onto Breezy's lower lip gently, giving it just a little tug. She really wished she had something smooth to say right now, but she much more used to being the one that lines were dropped on and not the one who had to come up with them.

She opened her mouth hoping something would come to her mind but as she did a gentle bing! come from an announcement system and a helpful voice informed the spa goers that the mud baths would be delayed fifteen minutes.

Becky couldn't help herself. She went from menacing tigress to half-bent over ball of giggles in a few seconds. She laughed so much she could barely breath, the tension breaking from that relatively innocuous announcement, her embrace become one of friendship rather than a romantic interest as she tugged her friend back into the shower.

"Oh my god, let's get this done before we jam up the showers too." She giggled madly, quickly getting her body clean and ready to move onto the next part of the spa day.

Then she paused, grabbed Breezy one more time, wrapped her arms around her slender frame and kissed her madly under the hot shower.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: a tan v-neck shirt with white low slung cotton pants, sandels, and a scarf as shown
Location: Spa
Tagging: Becky, William

"Showers?" Breezy giggled, following Becky's contagious laughter, having to take some deep breaths in between her sounds of joy to get her body to calm back down. Those kisses had been amazing. Her whole body was awake and aware - tingles streaming out from where she had tugged at her lip all the way down to her fingers and toes. Perhaps she had been too long without air? No, it was Becky's charm and undeniable attraction that was the culprit.

After her hands were released, she wrapped then around her friend's shoulders to just ... hang on. She wasn't ready to give up that stability just yet. "Oh, that's right, water." She was caught up in laughs and giggles some more as they started to soap up and scrub with abandon. Breezy got a few hard to reach spots on Becky's back and thighs, prompting her friend to do the same to her much paler skin.

As they left the shower stall, Breezy was surprised she still had the adrenaline reserve necessary to blush and murmur 'sorry' to the attendants who were bringing extra supplies towards the mudroom. She leaned into Becky's shoulder. "I can't believe we did that." Was she referred to the mud fight or the hot and steamy scene in the showers? She, herself, didn't know. The clean, new, fluffy white towels hid any last few smudges of mud as they went back to the main sitting room of the spa.

So what now? Not sure how they would act around each other after making out, at least she knew the answer to what was the plan for the rest of their spa day. "Ooo... Becky." Had she really become so brain-addled from those kisses? "I almost forgot! We are signed up for massages."

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: fluffy white robe
Location: Oasis Spa - Massage Room!
Tagging: Breezy, William, Chloe

Becky was buzzing, tingling, overjoyed from what they'd just done together. She was all the more thrilled the way Breezy clung to her, she didn't want to let the feeling end either, and she clung right back. Becky seemed to punctuate every thought and movement with another quick little kiss on the redhead's face, her lips had mapped the whole thing by the time the two finally emerged from the showers, arm in arm, giggling madly, Becky too embarrassed to even echo Breezy's apology to the attendants as the two walked arm in arm in their fluffy white robes to the next stop.

"I can definitely believe we did that." Becky said with a very happy grin to her friend, giving her yet another light kiss on the cheek as the two stumbled out the door.

"Ah, the massage tables." Becky whispered in Breezy's ear with a smile. She thought about offering to be the one who did the massaging, but truth be told she had no real idea how to do it right and she really wanted a rub down of her own. "Yes, let's go!" She took Breezy's hand and tugged her towards them.

Everything just seemed wonderful. The mud bath had left her feeling brand new, baby-smooth all over and the kissing felt like some sort of dam had broken and she was free to be herself in a way she never quite had before. Everything was beautiful.

The two entered the room, and saw a pair of tables side by side. "Couples massage." She whispered in Breezy's ear with a grin.

"Hey!" She said brightly to the attendant. "We have massages booked!"

Now the two would wait for the masseuses to appear, Becky's fingers teasing at Breezy's hand the whole while.

[Dominique]

Name:Chloe Foster
Date | Time: June 11th, 1 PM
Wearing: Tan coloured Spa uniform with brown sash and white loafers
Location: Oasis Spa - Staff Room/ Massage Room
Tagging: William / Breezy (m) / Becky (m)


She hurried into the staff room of the Spa, knowing she was running late. Lunch had taken a little longer than she had intended, and Chloe's cheeks were flushed. She quickly tugged her work shirt over the sleeveless top she'd been wearing, casting William an apologetic grin. "Sorry sorry sorry," she hurriedly told him, "Are our one o'clock appointments here yet?" She glanced towards the door to the double massage room, made for couples massages, or anyone else comfortable enough to get treated with someone they knew lying next to them. Of course, there was no actual window in the door, rendering the whole act of glancing at it rather pointless.

"You know what I like about this place so much?" she said as she walked over to the sink to wash her hands. "Every single person here is good looking! I have massaged my share of hair old men, but I'm not gonna lie, the people staying at Caravanserai are all so damn pretty. Or handsome!" she hurriedly added. Chloe shook her head, whipping her ponytail back over her shoulder. "Just makes it hardly feel like work at all."

The two women who had signed up for a double massage appointment weren't entirely unfamiliar to Chloe, and sure enough they were no exceptions to her previous - not entirely appropriate - statement. Chloe was convinced she'd seen them at the pool party, although she hadn't mingled with the guests much yesterday. "Are you ready, my dear, dear Will?" she inquired. "Can't keep the guests waiting, after all!"

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: a tan v-neck shirt with white low slung cotton pants, sandels, and a scarf as shown
Location: Spa
Tagging: Becky, William/Cloe (not yet mentioned)

Breezy squeezed at Becky's playful fingers as she dragged her around the room, looking at the 'stuff'. "It's so fancy, hmm? Like the mud-room, but, um..er, cleaner" She put her hand over mouth as an eruption of giggles actually turned into a soft snort. Even the beds looked super comfy and relaxing. She finally let go of the pretty lady's fingers so that she could sink her palms into the soft yet supportive covering.

"It's so plush, makes me want to jump up and down on it." Her eyes went wide and she bit at her lip with an idea. "Have you jumped on the bed in your suite yet? OOo... now I want to try." Another giggle - her hotel bill was going to be astronomical at this rate, with all the things they were wrecking.

Trying to have a bit of the self-control that used to dictate every second of her old life, Breezy hopped up to sit on the edge of one of the beds. She had apparently picked that one. She let her feet swing lightly. She was about to comment about the mud having taken off some of her polish but there were sounds coming from outside the door. "OOo... I think they are almost here!." This was such a nice treat. She just hoped she didn't fall asleep or snore.

[Gannameade]

Name:William B. Fine
Date | Time: June 11 | 1pm
Wearing: In picture
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Chloe, Breezy, Becky/ Nicolas (m)



“NO sorry you will be here on time or you owe me kisses!”  He snapped to his new sidekick with a wink.  He was only kidding considering he was no taskmaster and they were supposed to be working together. 

"As long as you are here, I am good.  Kinda hard to do a couples massage with only one person.  Oh yeah, they are here but I haven't brought them into the room yet.  Fresh air or semi-lit, don't know about their order so much as they wanted to be together.  You can have the hot chocolate one."  He said as he looked at her.  He couldn't promise he would remain completely professional with that one!  But he did secretly have a fascination for redheads too.  He couldn't explain why if he had to but those lips and that bright red hair tangled in his fingers.  He could only hope she didn't ask for a scalp massage it would be extremely long and he wouldn't even charge her.  He understood why a lot of his previous classmates got into trouble with their....'Happy endings.'   

"You do know you have to open the door to see our clients right?  Unless you have some secret power you didn't tell me about and if so I am waaaay out classes on this one."  He realized he liked working with Chloe she was fun easy going, she was like a sister...some people had fantasies about their sisters.  And they weren't truly related, but he enjoyed their new partnership too much to mess it up with that.


He chuckled at her words.  "I must say between the guests and my co-workers, I am going to need you to rub on my neck from getting whiplash out here.

"Yes, my dear sweet Chloe...bet though.." as he pulled her close and kissed her cheek lightly since she had just washed her hands. he knew she was particular about those.  "The last person to put their client to sleep gets to buy ice cream."  He said as that was their treat for when their shift was over.  Besides their own couples foot massage, it was nice to have a partner to work those kinks out.  They hadn't been together along a few days, but they got along like 'peas and carrots'.  Only another person that he had such a close relationship with was his brother and he chuckled as he was sure given the chance Nicolas' wouldn't turn him down for that particular connection either.  If he swung that way.  But he would check on his brother later too...their relationship was that Nico, always gave him leftovers were it not for the fact that he worked out so much he was sure his brother's rich concoctions would make him fat.

He walked out with Chloe.  "Good afternoon ladies, I am William and this is Chloe and we are in charge of your relaxation therapy this afternoon would you come with us please."

"We want to make sure you enjoy this experience enough to come back.  So if the music is too loud or soft, too much light, not enough light.  Please let us know we are here to attend to your every need while you with us."  He said in his smooth tenor voice as he worked on enveloping the two ladies into the experience of the moment as he led them into the room.

[Dominique]

Name:Chloe Foster
Date | Time: June 11th, 1 PM
Wearing: Tan coloured Spa uniform with brown sash and white loafers
Location: Abalos Spa | Massage Room
Tagging: William / Breezy  / Becky


Chloe rolled her eyes at the suggestion of her supposed psychic powers. "Yes, or maybe I read the roster for today. Brielle Garin and Becky Washington? You really ought to pay more attention, mister Fine."

Her lips widened into a smile as William pressed a kiss to her cheek. He was a charmer, all right, and while in the good ol' UK sexual harrassment lawsuits were at an alltime high, here people were a lot less frigid about showing affection on the workfloor. Chloe liked not having to be on her toes the entire time about what was and what wasn't appropriate, and she laughed as he suggested a bet. "And when have you ever won that bet before?" she asked, amused. "You're going to be buying me a double scoop chocolate mint cone, mister. With sprinkles!"

Her playful expression faded into something more professional as Chloe followed William into the massage room. With two beds and a whole lot of extra space, it was perfect for couples' massages, although it had only been used a handful of times since Caravanserai's opening. She listened to William's explanations and suggestion, but cast the two women a friendly smile. They looked relaxed, a little giddy too, and the perpetual, girlish smiles on their faces made them all the more likeable. Chloe offered her hand to both of them by manner of introduction.

"Hi," she chimed, "I'm Chloe Foster, I hope you've been enjoying yourselves so far." She turned to Becky, gesturing to the rightmost bed. "If you could please lie down here, Miss? You can give your robe to me and I'll put it away." Chloe politely smiled, holding out her hand to accept the robe. "I'll be taking care of you the next hour and a half. We have a variety of massages for you. I can do a Swedish massage, Shiatsu or hot stone. Or, if you have any specific aches, I can do a deep tissue massage."

She turned away with the robe, hanging it up before grabbing one of the soft, light towels. She'd warmed it up by leaving it on the stone heater for a couple of minutes; Pelin's example, back at the pool, had not been forgotten.

[Gannameade]

Name:William B. Fine
Date | Time: June 11 | 1pm
Wearing: In picture
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Chloe, Breezy, Becky/ Nicolas (m)



“I do pay attention, Ms. Foster.  I just like pushing your buttons as if you didn’t notice, that is what big brother’s do!”  He realized why things didn’t work out back home, he was supposed to be here with Chloe having fun…cause being with her and rubbing on gorgeous women damn sure wasn’t work!

He didn’t have a problem being affectionate, his problem was not being.  Chloe seemed to be willing an open, to his hugs, his kisses, and touches.  He made it a point not to go too far, but only cause they were co-workers not because she wasn’t worth the effort.   “Don’t act as you have always won cheeky.  I have my days.”  He said sticking out his tongue realizing she did win more than she lost.  “You just like the way I scoop anyway.”  He said stealing one more side hug before they disappeared outside of their private alcove and put their game faces on.

William found he liked Chloe’s heated robe example and followed suit as he extended his own hand to Brielle.  His focus now even though the woman Becky truly caught his attention he focused on the lovely redhead woman before him whose body screamed to be taken.  ‘If only.’  He needs to find one to garner his attention when he was off-duty and he would be fine.

He knelt before her as if he were her subject.  “So what can I do to please the lady the most today.  Did you have something in mind or would you like to see our services again?”  He asked extremely politely, if he were any sweeter she would get a cavity.  He knew what he was doing and his focus was either to get her to come back or tell her friends and family back home.  As no clients no money…and right now nothing made him want to go back home.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: fluffy white robe
Location: Oasis Spa - Massage Room!
Tagging: Breezy, William, Chloe

Becky let go of Breezy's hand with a wiggly goodbye and walked towards one of the tables as the two masseuses came in. She wasn't sure which one was better looking than the other, both made her mouth 'wow' to herself. She found herself happy as the woman approached her and she grinned as she handed over her robe.

"Oh wow you do everything!" She said hearing all the options. "Let's start with Swedish!" She then leaned into Chloe and whispered, more out of a sense of decorum than truly caring if Breezy heard, and it being more of a girl thing it seemed right to whisper it with William in the room, "I'll need the pillow."

She was of course referring to the boob pillow, as she'd always heard it called. She was sure there was an official name for it but darned if she could remember. It was a glorious invention that had changed her opinion totally about massages once she'd learned it was an option - the I shaped instrument that large chested women needed to enjoy lying down on a massage table.

[Lady Sakura]

Name: Nyasha Von Koli
Date | Time: June 11 | 11amish
Wearing: In picture
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: William


At the sound of her name, her head rose, and she looked up. At the sight the gentlemen before her had all of Nyasha’s senses tingling. It was almost embarrassing really. How attractive he was really. It caught her extremely by surprise that she found herself smiling brightly, not knowing if it was because she was that type of person, or if it was the sight before her. She stood from her seat and walked over to him.

She held out her hand to give his a firm shake but he in turn brought the back of her hand to his lips and kissed it. She felt her heart pump a rush of blood throughout her body. If she was whiter you’d might even see a blush upon her cheeks. “Pleasure to meet you.” Her tone of voice was light and when he asked her if it was alright; she gave him a soft nod of her head. It was more than alright. “Yes, of course.” She whispered as she then followed him towards the room he’d be bring her too.

“How are you today?” Nyasha asked him curiously.

[Gannameade]

 

Name:William B. Fine
Date | Time: June 11 | 11am
Wearing: In picture
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Nyasha



William just had to say he loved his job, he wasn't expecting to run into so many exquisite specimens of elegance and decadence.  He wasn't the type but he could surely be smitten by each one.  He was glad he wasn't color struck as that was the only thing that might possibly turn any of them down.  But alas he was weak and each one held a spark of beauty as if touched by the divine.  "No Ma'am the pleasure is all mine.  I assure you.  What may this humble servant do to make Madam feel as lovely as she looks."  He said as he moved to arrange the room as single massage the room was only lightly lit but he turned the lights up for them to talk so that he could find out what she wanted first, before setting the mood for her alone.

"Me?  I am truly delighted to be in the presence of such beauty."  He said as he breathed her in thinking that dress did nothing to mask any of her beauty, but he on the other hand reached for a towel.  "I would offer you a robe, but you won't be in it for long.  Did you see a spa package that you wanted or would you like to create your own what would the lady like to be done to her today?  Hard, medium, soft.  Swedish, deep tissue, any spots or kinks your want me to get rid of?"  He asked rather attentively.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: a tan v-neck shirt with white low slung cotton pants, sandels, and a scarf as shown
Location: Spa
Tagging: Becky, William

Becky was ready for some calm relaxing time after her 'shower encounter' with Becky and gave her good friend a wink and a returned little wave. But then her focused move to the amazingly handsome man who was actually... kneeling at her feet. "Oh.. oh my, hello there. I'm Breezy." Earlier she would have been convinced that she was blushed out - completely incapable of being embarrassed again with no more adrenaline reserves to fuel the pinking of her cheeks. She was wrong.

Putting a hand to her cheek to calm down a bit, she tried to focus on his question while she handed over her robe. "Oh, um, I am not really that picky. I would like to try the hot rock therapy but specifically, my neck and shoulders are pretty tight." That was where she held all her stress - and of course, those were the muscles that had to hold up the massive weight of red hair on her head. "So... whatever works with that." Breezy moved to sit on the leftmost bed and waited for directions. It had been a long time since she had a massage.

[Gannameade]

 

Name:William B. Fine
Date | Time: June 11 | 1pm
Wearing: In picture
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Chloe, Breezy, Becky



William stood to look at her.  "I will get the items you need My lady."  He said as he moved quickly to turn on the hot rocks it wouldn't burn her as he had it set he thought of a wax as well.  She did tell him what he needed to know.  He left the room and came back handing the pillow to Chloe.  "So tell me Breezy, what are your three favorite scents?"  He asked as he loved his job and he worked to be very attentive, he focused on Breezy, but Becky most definitely caught his eye and under different circumstance he would give her several free massages.  But they would not be professional so Chloe saved him on this one

He moved around the room but he was truly listening to Breezy as he set the music for calm ocean and with the light mist being set in the room he put the large oil at the head of the table.  He looked at her again and moved towards her.  "I am going to need the towel now Madame, please lay face down."  He leaned in and whispered in her ear.  "If you fall asleep I will wake you gently when your time is up."  He doubted she would as he would still have to massage both sides of her body, but he was pretty sure one he reached her scalp and ran his fingers through that lovely red mane...she would be out like a light.  Truth be told, he had to admit that even he was looking forward to that.  Besides rubbing over her lovely body, he was looking forward to running his fingers through her hair and that was saying something even for him.  As long as she felt relaxed after leaving him then he would have nothing to work about, cause she would not only be back but anyone she spoke to would come to see them as well. 

He winked at Chloe still focused on their bet, he sized up Breezy and wondered if she was a foot woman, which made him very nervous briefly cause if she was she was going to be out cause he was damned good with the feet.  Either way he would take care of her.

[Dominique]

Name:Chloe Foster
Date | Time: June 11th, 1 PM
Wearing: Tan coloured Spa uniform with brown sash and white loafers
Location: Abalos Spa | Massage Room
Tagging: Becky / William / Breezy 


Sometimes she really wondered if William had any professionalism in that pretty head of his, and the covert roll of the eyes Chloe sent his way spoke volumes. She sure wondered how Miss Sharp felt about giving this kind of special attention to their guests. Perhaps they should bring it up at the staff meeting at the end of the day? The very thought of it brought an absent, cheeky little smile to the girl's features and she gracefully accepted the so ungracefully described boob pillow from her partner. There was really no better name for it though, and with a stoic face she placed it down, making a conscious effort not to look at Miss Washington's chest area too much. She grabbed the towel and held the two ends in her hands. "If you would lie down please, Miss," she said in what was a far more composed manner than her male counterpart, "And let me know if you're uncomfortable. This is all about making you feel good, after all."  She carefully draped it over Becky's lower body, folding it over the curve of her backside.

"So I trust you enjoyed your mudbath?" she asked, in the hopes of distracting herself. This was the only reason why she didn't like to do couples massages so much; William had a way of making it so intimate that even Chloe had trouble sticking to her professional role. She'd heard about what had happened though, or at least some rumours; news travelled fast among Caravanserai personnel, especially here in the Spa, and even as Chloe had rushed here she'd picked up a few amused complaints from her fellow workers. "I hear it can be very relaxing."

She went to the shelf, looking at the various coloured bottles there. "What kind of oil would you prefer, Miss?" she asked. "We have mango, coconut, lavender cedarwood and uhm... rose vanilla." Chloe glanced over her shoulder back at the lying down Becky.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: fluffy white robe
Location: Oasis Spa - Massage Room!
Tagging: Breezy, William, Chloe

Becky climbed onto the table, handing her robe to Chloe as she did, but making sure the other woman slid the towel over her as she was laying down. Although she was clothed below the waist still it was just force of habit to at least affect modesty. She didn't seem at all worried about being topless as she lay there, after all if you don't give the masseuse your whole back they can't really work can they?

She sighed happily and started to relax. A process that was entirely short-circuited by Chloe's first 'innocent' question. In response to asking how the mudbath once Becky burst out into a quick little giggle, glancing over to Breezy as if the two were a pair of guilty schoolgirls that had just been asked why they smelled like cigarettes. Which was something Becky had never actually done in school, so this was perhaps one of the first guilty schoolgirl giggles of her life. Hey, everyone has to start somewhere.

"Yes, it was ah, a lot of fun." Becky grinned, eyes sparkling at Breezy before she managed to restrain herself. She took a deep breath and started relaxing again, letting herself calm down as she prepared for the massage that was to come. She crossed her hands under the pillow beneath her chin, thankful for whoever invented something in this shape, it kept her chest just elevated enough just so she could lie down comfortably.

"Oh." She said nothing for a beat, not realizing she'd have to make choices here. "Oooh uhhhh coconut!" She decided.

[Honeycrisp]

Name: Pelin Arwan
Date | Time: June 12th, After 5PM
Wearing: Red scarf chased with gold, grey abaya, sandals
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Chloe / Open

"Chloe?"  Pelin called from the doorway where she had paused to slip her sandals off.  The Kurdish girl wore a loose grey abaya that covered her from neck to ankle and wrists and had a red scarf chased with gold embroidery over her hair.  Not guite a hijab but an expression of modesty or at least a desire to not invite the eyes of men to linger.  Brown eyes met their equals across the distance and a smile accompanied the direct look.  "I checked your schedule in the," she paused to think of the word, her right hand miming as if typing, "the computer.  You are not working now it prophesied."  A cotton bag emblazoned with the hotel's logo, commonly used by guests to take towels and suits back and forth from the pool, hung heavily from her left hand.

She'd found Chloe in one of the rooms just off the main spa, accessed by a wide open arch in the wall.  It was covered in soft reed mats and had a low table made from ribbon striped sabele wood, suitable for kneeling at or sitting on one of the firm cushions that were artfully scattered about the room.  "I am not working either and so we can have tea," her left hand briefly raised the cotton bag.  Pelin walked closer to Chloe, leaving her sandals in her wake, and never looked away from the beautiful, slender girl's face.  Her right hand, closed in a fist, was held to her chest and she briefly and shallowly bowed when she was close then held it out towards Chloe. 

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: a tan v-neck shirt with white low slung cotton pants, sandels, and a scarf as shown
Location: Spa
Tagging: Becky, Chloe, William

"Oh, um, favorite scents?" Breezy was trying to focus on William's questions but Becky kept giving her googly eyes and it made the redhead blush a little, trying not to eavesdrop - but then they were about to be half naked on tables only a few feet apart. She was able to glare at her friend with a soundless giggle as the very accommodating make turned to heat up the stones for that part of her massage. "I like vanilla, patchouli - but not too strong, and mint." Now her laugh came out soft but nervous as she wrinkled her nose. "I'm not sure if those would go very well together though."

Reverting to her awkward-girl self, Breezy did her best to lay down on her stomach and relinquish her towel without exposing too many of her freckles. Once she was comfortable and covered, she piled all of her curls on top of her head out of the way and shot Becky a "yay!" type of grin. "Oh, heh, it's probably more like when, not if - me falling asleep. Just lie to me if I snore." Once Becky was also laying down, she would reach out her hand to at least try to connect with her friend.

[Gannameade]

Name:William B. Fine
Date | Time: June 11 | 1pm
Wearing: In picture
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Chloe, Breezy, Becky



William looked at her and he was still aching to run his fingers through that crimson mane.  He was sure whomever her boyfriend…or by the looks of things girlfriend was truly lucky.  “Hmmm, lucky for you I am a chemist.  I think I can make that work for you madam.”  He said as he popped the wheels on the table moving them a bit closer, enough for Chloe and him to move between while letting them touch when they wanted too.  He pulled up a small mixing bowl and began to stir in her scents, mostly vanilla, a bit more mint than the other, they were kind of the same and he didn’t want to burn her with too much mint.  He dropped one of the hot stones within to enhance the air as it was in front of a low fan, he lit some incense and began to pull the hot oiled stone out an place it on the small of her back.  The oils flowed over her hips as he made sure they trailed to both sides.

“No worries madam you sound like a sweet angel.”  He said he knew she didn’t snore as loud as Mr. Wilkins that left so she was perfectly fine.  He moved to coat his hands with her oils as he started at her lower back that was the warmest, just before putting two more hot rocks upon her one on each shoulder as that is where he would be going next to let that heat radiate there before he reached those spots.  “If I am too hard do let me know please.”

[Dominique]

Name: Chloe Foster
Date | Time: June 12th, 5 PM
Wearing: Tan coloured Spa uniform with brown sash and white loafers
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Pelin


The day had been far from arduous, and every meeting with the guests of the uniquely located and designed hotel only seemed to serve to persuade Chloe that this was a place worth staying. Even if doing so meant being hundreds of miles from her family and old friends, every new person she got to know, every single one of her coworkers made her feel welcome and as if she'd found her place - at least for now. Still, she didn't mind being alone, and as she was cleaning and tidying up one of the small rooms, which served as a lounge space more than anything else, Chloe was quietly humming to herself. Somewhere in the adjacent room the calming sounds of ocean waves and seagulls could be heard; somehow she didn't easily get tired of the relaxing music, not even after a day of hearing it pretty much non-stop. With diligence she put away the magazines and cleaned the surface of the table, then grabbed the sample package they had received from one of their suppliers. William was nowhere to be found, and Choe could only wonder where he had gone off to. It didn't matter though; Chloe was all too happy to try out freebies herself, and she'd been in the process of figuring out how to open the delicate little box when her name was called out by a melodious voice, carrying an accent that was, though unmistakeable, surprisingly gentle. Her subconscience had figured out who it belonged to well before the rest of her did, and Chloe turned around, meeting eyes with Pelin and lighting up in a moment of pleasant surprise.

"You came!" she exclaimed, which perhaps gave away more than she had meant to. Chloe cast her gaze down if just for a moment, embarrassed by the unintentional suggestion that she had not expected Pelin to come here, nevermind so soon. It was quickly forgotten when Pelin explained the why and how of her arriving here, and Chloe set down the parcel, padding over to her instead. She halted in confusion when Pelin greeted her with a light but graceful bow, unsure of how to respond to that. Despite her ancestry not being completely dissimilar to her present company's, per se, Chloe was raised like your average British girl, for as much as such a thing existed, anyway. And so she eagerly did what she had done the first time they had met, and took Pelin's hand in her own, wrapping her soft, slender fingers around hers.

"It's good to see you again," she professed, and the smile she cast Pelin did nothing but enhance that statement, leaving no doubt as to whether she meant it or not. Chloe's hand tightened briefly around Pelin's, and though it was by professional instinct alone, she could not help but notice the roughness to Pelin's hand. The coarse nature of her knuckles were testimony to a beginning awareness that the two women, though alike in the colour of their hair and eyes, were from vastly different backgrounds, and with it Chloe found herself curious to find out just where Pelin came from, and just how she had managed to end up in Caravanserai, too.

"You're right, I am off for the rest of the day," she said, gesturing towards the cushions. "Come, sit down. I just finished up here, and the rest can wait until morning."  Chloe led by example, and she settled onto one of the seats, folding her legs under herself. Her eyes sized up Pelin's new attire, and she couldn't help but feel underdressed by comparison, even though she was still in her work uniform. Remembering that she was now off-duty, Chloe reached up and undid the clip in her hair, allowing her dark tresses to spill from the loose bun she'd donned that morning.

"How are you?" she inquired, and was immediately struck by the underwhelming nature of that question. Her brow lightly knitted together for a moment as she considered what could possibly be wrong with asking someone about their wellbeing, and she ended up gesturing to the cotton bag. "So what kind of tea is it?" she inquired, not without curiosity.

[Honeycrisp]

Name: Pelin Arwan
Date | Time: June 12th, After 5PM
Wearing: Red scarf chased with gold, grey abaya, sandals
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Chloe / Open

Pelin nudged a pillow aside then knelt, tops of her feet flat on the floor and her bottom resting comfortable on her heels.  "God is good and we have tea," she answered Chloe's query and added a smile.  Without haste, and using only her right hand, Pelin unpacked the contents of the bag.  First a thermos that undoubtedly held the tea and two cups, neither with a handle.  She poured them both glasses, filling Chloe's to the rim so that it would be difficult to pick up without spilling it, then sat it across from her.  A strong smell of cinnamon came from the cup.  "Black tea, with cinnamon.  Not so black as Iraqi chai but we drink more of it than they do so it is less strong.  Theirs can be like syrup."  She also sat out a small saucer then added sugar cubes to it from a twist of waxed paper. A tea towel folded up and over a plate was unwrapped to reveal a selection of cookies.  "Please," she gestured to the treats then took a sugar cube with her right hand, put it in her mouth, and sipped her tea through it.

After the sugar cube slumped and spread out in a sweet coating in her mouth, dissolved by the tea, Pelin continued.  "I always like how it smells in here.  All the oils and things, like a spice merchant's rugs in the souk.  I bet you can smell it in your hair," she gestured towards Chloe's unbound tresses.  "It is very pretty, so thick and dark.  Your family, they come from where?" the girl asked.  While she waited, Pelin reached up and removed the scarf from her own hair but sat it close at hand in case she needed it again.  Like Chloe's it was dark and black but fell in straight lines down from her scalp without the pretty volume of Chloe's tresses.  Chloe had no way of knowing but it was a sign that Pelin felt safe to let her hair down here, in this place that a man could walk into with little notice.  A lifetime of custom and then years of living under a regime so strict that it defied imagination had brutally beat rules into Pelin's soul but the Yazidi girl had survived them and not been broken by them. 

[Dominique]

Name: Chloe Foster
Date | Time: June 12th, 5 PM
Wearing: Tan coloured Spa uniform with brown sash and white loafers
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Pelin


As Pelin busied herself with placing thermosflask, cups and everything else she had brought onto the low table, Chloe took her time to covertly study the outlandish woman. Although that wasn't perhaps the right way to describe it; of all of the people Chloe had met here, Pelin seemed more in sync with the world around them than anyone else. Her attire was chaste but graceful, and Chloe was reminded of the instructions she had been given when she, and some of her fellow workers, had made the journey on camelback to Caravanserai. Covering yourself up not only protected against the sand, it also shielded you from the relentless sun and if the correct garments were donned, it was actually less unbearingly hot than in shorts and a t-shirt. She found herself curious, on the verge of asking if that was why Pelin would wear something that covered her from her collar to her ankles but in the end decided against it, simply because she didn't dare.

"I don't recall the last time I had cinnamon tea," she said, taking the small glass cup between the tips of her thumb, index and middle finger. With her other hand she steadied the bottom of it and brought it to her lips. Rather than drinking from it immediately however, she closed her eyes and let the spicy fragrance fill her nostrils. "Oh, this reminds me so much of my jedda," she mused. "If only she were still alive, she would have loved to hear about this." Chloe carefully sipped the smallest amount of the spiced tea before lowering the glass  to her lap. "I fear a lot of my family's traditions have faded over the years."

She smiled when Pelin complimented the Spa, but the gesture turned almost shy when she also expressed admiration for Chloe's long hair. Chloe wasn't sure why; Pelin wasn't the first to tell her so, and while Chloe was far from a vain person, she did take a lot of care to make sure her long, wavy hair retained its healthy, glossy nature.

"Thank you," she said, demurely, and in a need for brief distraction sipped from the tea again. "I love the scented oils we have, although I admit that when you spend all day in the Spa, you stop smelling them as much. It's a pity, really."  Chloe fell silent as she caught Pelin undoing her scarf; she was surprised by the length of it, and realised only then that she hadn't actually seen Pelin without anything to cover her head before. "Your hair looks lovely too, you know," she said with so much sincerity, no one would dare to think she was only being polite. She'd almost skipped over the question Pelin had asked her, and Chloe's dark eyes widened slightly as she went from distracted, back to paying attention to the conversation.

"Oh," she responded, "I have Saudi grandparents. They moved to England when my mother was still very little. My father is a Londoner though, and I've only been to Saudi Arabia three times in my life. If it wasn't for me looking the spitting image of my mum, then you wouldn't even know I had any Eastern roots at all."

Chloe smiled forgivingly, and she finally picked up one of the sugar cubes, following Pelin's example and popping it into her mouth rather than letting it dissolve in the cup. She took her time drinking the remainder of her tea, which didn't mean that she wasn't interested in Pelin. On the contrary, and soon she put down the empty glass and curiously regarded the girl sitting in front of her. "And where is it you come from, Pelin?" she inquired.

[Dominique]

Name:Chloe Foster
Date | Time: June 11th, 1 PM
Wearing: Tan coloured Spa uniform with brown sash and white loafers
Location: Abalos Spa | Massage Room
Tagging: Becky / William / Breezy 


A subtle smile of approval curled the corner of Chloe's lips as she took the gracefully curved bottle  off the shelf. "That's a great choice," she said, and while she likely told that to all the people who came here, it was, in fact, Chloe's personal favourite. Unscrewing the cap, she let a few dollops of the rich oil pour into her palm. Slowly she rubbed her hands together to warm it, then looked Becky over for a moment. Her skin was smooth and beautiful, and when she began to apply the oil to her lower back, using the flat of her hands to spread it all along her spine, her shoulderblades and towards her neck.

"Smells lovely, right?" she commented, her voice softer now. Her eyes darted over to the other table for a moment, catching William's gaze and raising her eyebrows knowingly. Chloe was very dedicated to her task, and if anything, the look was a playful, but not entirely insincere warning. She averted her eyes a moment later though, and positioned herself carefulyl at the head end of the massage bed. Her fingers applied a little more pressure as she started from the neck, going down on either side of the spine towards the small of her back. As her hands slipped to Becky's sides, she looked down for a moment. "Let me know if you prefer me to be more firm or more gentle. Right now I'm warming up the muscles of your entire back, but once I start focusing on each part of you separately, you'll find that it will be a little more intense."

Chloe took care to apply the oil to the entire area, letting Becky get used to her touch whilst increasing her bloodflow.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 11th, early afternoon
Wearing: fluffy white robe
Location: Oasis Spa - Massage Room!
Tagging: Breezy, William, Chloe

Becky reached her hand back and took Peri's in it, giving it a friendly squeeze and wrapping her fingers into the other woman's, then letting the held hands rest between them. She closed her eyes and tried to finally relax.

And relax she did, very quickly, as Chloe's wonderful hands went to work with the coconut scented oil. "Ooooh." Becky couldn't help but exclaim in appreciation as her muscles seemed to start to just let go of what they'd been holding onto. "Ohhhhhhhh yeah yeah it smells great." She said smiling as she kept her eyes closed and felt a bit like she was floating. "Wow you're good."

"Firm." She said quickly. "I mean, once it's ready. But like, yeah, don't be shy about getting in there." She said wanting the full deep massage, one of those that coaxes every last bit of stress out. "This is my first massage since," she paused, not wanting to say the D word outloud and provoke all the normal response, "well, in awhile." She finally settled on. "I've been carrying a lot for too long. But this is already feeling good." She sighed happily, her fingers still laced in Breezy's or they probably would have fallen out by now.

She made a mental note to come back and ask for Chloe again. This woman was magic!

[Honeycrisp]

Name: Pelin Arwan
Date | Time: June 12th, After 5PM
Wearing: Red scarf chased with gold, grey abaya, sandals
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Chloe / Open

"The lands of the House of Saud are vast.  Vast and full of wealth," Pelin mused.  "I have never been there, it was for to the south of where I was born and later," an elegant shrug of her shoulders suggested a complicated story that wasn't something worth mentioning at the moment.  "Let me show you.  I brought the map," Pelin said, pride in her voice for both remembering it and procuring one.  Once again the bag provided and she pulled out the many times folded map then spread it out after pushing the plate of cookies over to Chloe's side of the table. 

"It is...it is hard," she said and hesitated over it.  "I don't read very well and it's upside down.  That I can fix," she laughed and rose.  Pelin's hand automatically picked up her scarf and brought it with her as she went and knelt on Chloe's left side, her shoulder pressing into the other woman.  "Africa," the word came out with a long e sound where the i lay as she pointed to the continent,  Pelin's finger traced up across Egypt then, like Moses, crossed the Red Sea.  "Here, the lands of your people.  Your...ancestors?  I think this is the word," she pointed to Saudi Arabia.  "Iraq," Pelin pointed then drew her finger far, far up to the northern portion past Mosul.  "Here."  She put her pinkie on the paper.  "The map, she doesn't show it but my village was somewhere under my littlest finger.  It was very, very small.  Saddam, he didn't like it when too many Kurds lived together so it was safer to stay up in the hills and away from the roads and villages.  We farm, we have goats, we have our faith.  I was happy and didn't know anything else."

Pelin looked up from the map to smile at Chloe.  "If you had grown up with me we could have had such fun.  In the summer the date palms are heavy and pregnant, no...not pregnant.  Ripe?  Ripe," she corrected herself, "with sugary dates.  There were pears too, tiny tart little things but so good even if they did make the," her hand rubbed at her stomach, "ache if you ate too many.  Mine ached a lot," she laughed.  "Or we could chase fat see-sees and throw rocks at them and maybe take one home to cook over the open fire for dinner.  But most of all, we could have been little girls together and that is something that you can never have once it is past."

Pelin briefly reached out and touched Chloe's wrist with her hand, squeezing it for just a moment before releasing it.  "But, maybe it is better you weren't.  When ISIS came," brown eyes went dark with some emotion, "everything good died.  That is why I was here," she put one finger on where her village was, "and now I'm," Pelin's voice made a whooshing sound and her finger traced a looping arc across Syria and Jordan, across the ocean and then across a great swath of North Africa before coming to rest approximately where the Caravanseria was, "here.  With you and we have tea and cookies and I think it is better I have you as a grown up friend than a growing up friend.  She, that little girl you would have been, it is best she never knew ISIS.  Better she knew London I think."

"One day maybe I go there with you?  What is it like?"

[Dominique]

Name: Chloe Foster
Date | Time: June 12th, 5 PM
Wearing: Tan coloured Spa uniform with brown sash and white loafers
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Pelin | not really closed but kind of


She couldn't argue with Pelin's description of her grandparents' native country. They had been wealthy when they arrived in England, and their work had been the main reason for moving in the first place. Somehow it was more of a reason to feel guilty than proud though, and it would be a sentiment that was gradually enhanced as Pelin explained to Chloe her own heritage.

The rustling of the map as it was unfolded was soothing. Chloe had always enjoyed the sound of sheets of paper moving against each other; it reminded her of reading books and sketching anything she saw. Chloe had never possessed any real talent in drawing, but had loved it regardless. Now, she couldn't remember the last time she'd even owned a sketchbook anymore.

There were so many details in the words, often spoken so matter-of-factly that Chloe almost failed to heed their hidden significance. She didn't ask why Pelin couldn't read, but she wondered, although a few more moments of listening to her narrative already offered quite the explanation. Chloe had never been to Iraq, and no Westerner without a missionary-complex would ever dream of going to such a high-risk country either. Somehow Chloe hadn't anticipated the revelation, and it had her regard Pelin with uncertainty and new eyes. The war torn countries, reason for so many American and European military missions and UN efforts, had always been distant news. Not something that she had ever thought to be faced with, and to find someone who had lived those struggles here, in this luxury resort of all places, it caused a small short-circuit in her mind. Despite her appearance, Chloe truly was a Westerner. A modern, wealthy and sometimes so very clueless Westerner.

But no, the first memories Pelin described were sweet ones, and gradually Chloe began to feel more at home in the stories, to the point where she could almost taste the sweetness of the fruits in her village on her tongue, and pictured herself in those hills, playing and enjoying a much simpler life instead of dragging herself to school in the black-and-white school uniform she'd worn throughout her childhood years. She didn't know what see-sees were, but somehow her imagination envisioned them like little meerkats, skittering about the sandy plains. She wanted to tell Pelin that she would have liked that, that she wanted to have plucked the pears from the trees and ate them, played in the hills and known  Pelin when she was three feet tall and had no idea of the bad things in the world. But then Pelin reached out to her and touched her wrist, and Chloe was distracted and a little speechless, and she bore her eyes into the map, not wanting to look too flustered.

Then, before she even remotely regained her composure, Pelin's story - or at least a small glimpse of it - took a grim turn. Chloe's eyes were practically glued to the map, following the tracing finger that suggested Pelin had made a journey far more challenging than the few squares of paper depicted on the map suggested. Suddenly mentioning dates and pears felt wrong, and Chloe's face grew dark with a profound feeling of empathy. When she finally reacted, her voice sounded a little pinched, hoarse with the emotion that Pelin failed to express in a way that Chloe could pick up on it.

"I'd-- I'd love to take you to London one day," she said quietly. Chloe made a visible effort to smile again, and her deep brown eyes settled on Pelin's delicate features as she continued in a lighter tone. "I will show you the city. I will show you how the river Thames cleaves it in half, and the bridges that make the city whole again. I will show you how the old buildings and the new ones have this unlikely harmony. You'll see all the markets and the old statues, the fountains and the hundreds and hundreds of stores. You'll smell how everything smells like old machinery and soot, and like roasted chestnuts and cheese pasties. And we'll walk through the parks and visit the museums and..."  Chloe's voice trailed off. She realised the eagerness with which she was making such promises, and realised that perhaps she was overdoing it. Still, she found that she meant every single word of it, and though her smiled turned apologetic, she made no effort to take it back.

"I hope I can show you one day, Pelin," she said sincerely. Her gaze was cast down again, and as she followed the invisible trail that Pelin had drawn once more, her hand reached out, taking her newfound friend's with her own. She made no effort to release it.

"I can't imagine what your life has been like before you arrived here," she confessed with naive honesty. "I really can't. But I wager it was nothing like my own. Would you tell me more? No, wait," Chloe corrected herself, and she gestured with her free arm about herself.

"Would you maybe take up my offer on that free massage after all? It would really not be any trouble, I promise."

[Honeycrisp]

Name: Pelin Arwan
Date | Time: June 12th, After 5PM
Wearing: Red scarf chased with gold, grey abaya, sandals
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Chloe / Open

Never refuse something directly.  That habit of her culture was as much a part of Pelin as her dark hair and eyes and she didn't even think about telling Chloe no.  That didn't mean she told Chloe, sweet girl that was so generous with her heart and her time, no either.  Pelin simply deflected it.  Pelin was ugly, ugly beneath her clothes in a way that she knew Chloe wouldn't understand.  It would evoke horrible emotions in the sweet hearted woman and it would likely change the entire dynamic of their budding friendship.  Already Chloe felt pity for Pelin, felt bad for what she'd gone through.  That was not wrong but it was something she sensed Chloe would beat herself up with.  Compare Pelin's past to her own and somehow feel guilty and responsible for what Pelin had suffered.

It was enough she had suffered it.  She would not let another feel it even by the touch of her hands or the gaze of her eyes on Pelin's body. 

"When you talk it's like you fly me there.  To London," she said instead of answering Chloe's question.  "In the mountains we had little streams?  Streams.  They would be milky blue when the snow melted and muddy brown when it rained.  And I've seen the Tigris," she said with a little pride.  "It was very green, but...flat green?  Not the bright green like the trees and canes that grew along it.  Chloe," Pelin said with excitement in her voice.  "The Americans they built a bridge in less than a day over it for us to use.  So many soldiers but they weren't like Saddams.  They were, well no soldier is not scary but they were less scary.  And nice.  They gave us food too, pink plastic pouches that had so much food in them even if it was different.  America they blow up everything like all soldiers but then they give you food instead of taking it.  I think I love Americans," she said. 

"But I would rather live in London I think, where you live.  And look at Tim's River.  Who was Tim?  Was he a Prince?" she asked.

[Dominique]

Name: Chloe Foster
Date | Time: June 12th, 5 PM
Wearing: Tan coloured Spa uniform with brown sash and white loafers
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Pelin | not really closed but kind of


She wanted to tell her yes; yes there was a prince named Tim in England, and they named a river after him and all of Pelin's so disarmingly unknowing questions were spot-on. Chloe couldn't find it in herself to really lie to her though, and though her smile persisted, the light shake of her head was a regretful one. "No Princes in England, I'm afraid," she said. "There's one called William and one called Harry. But they're all married and--"  She kept from saying old, but they weren't technically that old. Just... balding.

"Anyway, I think you should come live in London. It's a wonderful place." That it had its shortcomings was something that Chloe gladly ignored for now; compared to wartorn countries and perilous boat trips across the Mediterranean sea, pickpockets and swindlers were hardly a real problem. "There's no soldiers there, scary or no. Just bobbies," Chloe chuckled. "And fancy men in red uniforms and massive hats. Some of them get to be on horses, too. You'd like them, I bet. Everyone does."

It wasn't that Chloe had been completely oblivious to the fact that Pelin had ignored her question, all the more because she'd already been quietly bracing herself for the possible rejection. But when she didn't answer at all, it raised questions in Chloe's mind, and she wondered if she had been too forward. Or perhaps not forward enough.

She wasn't going to ask again though, but Chloe had a healthy amount of Western insistence inside of her. Reaching out to the low table, she retrieved the small parcel she had been sent and began to carefully unwrap it. The tiny vials within looked so appealing even before she had opened any of them, and Chloe made a point of studying each of them for a moment, offering Pelin perhaps a bit of respite, and herself the chance to gather a bit more courage.

"Oh, I love this brand," she said, and after some contemplation unscrewed the silver looking cap on one of the slender bottles. She brought it up to her face, inhaling the scent. "Orange blossom and honey," Chloe confirmed, and she put the tiniest dollop of cream on the top of her finger. With the dedication of someone who clearly worked with lotions, creams and oils all the time she rubbed it into a small spot on the back of her hand, considering the texture, the moisture, and just how her skin felt afterwards.

"I think I like this one," she said, and only then did her actual intentions become clear. Chloe squeezed a little more cream onto her fingers, then held out her other hand, palm upwards, for Pelin to rest her own in.  "You want to try this?" she asked innocently, then, without skipping a beat, "Come. I promise you won't regret it."

[Lady Sakura]

Name: Nyasha Von Koli
Date | Time: June 11 | 11amish
Wearing: In picture
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: William


Seriously, could she take him home with her? What woman wouldn’t want a man catering her to her aching body. Take all her stress away? 90 minutes wasn’t long enough. That was how long she had him for.  His words she could make it sound so sensual, however, she understood this was a profession and he was simply being good therapist. However, she did not mind his charming personality. He was almost radianting that she could not wipe the smile from her face even if you told her her cat died.

“Your words are very kind. Thank you.” She mused being a good listener and taking in everything he had to say. She did not even notice him grabbing a towel, she simply held eye contact. She pondered the services he spoke of. “A deep tissue sounds amazing. I am an artist/fashion designer. I sketch and sew a lot so I’m always hunched over my desk.” She began rubbing at the small of her back. “So my lower back could use some attention, my shoulders, and my forearms would be wonderful, please.” She informed him of all her problem areas.

[Gannameade]

 

Name:William B. Fine
Date | Time: June 11 | 11am
Wearing: In picture
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Nyasha



William did his best to be a good servant.  He was not as focused on her beauty but he did see it and she was very lovely.  He moved to set a generic oil  that he would mix for her.  His chemistry background helped him in this role to provide the proper scents for the experience.  "So please tell he two or three of your favorite scents and we can get started."  He stated as he helped her on to the warm table and placed his rocks.  He listed to her making a mental note of the areas that she stated were the most problematic then pondered what areas of her feet to press on based on his reflexology chart that he had memorized then he would begin working on those areas once the rocks and oils were heated.  He put on some Sade' as background music and awaited her responses.

[Honeycrisp]

Name: Pelin Arwan
Date | Time: June 12th, After 5PM
Wearing: Red scarf chased with gold, grey abaya, sandals
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Chloe

"I would have to have a visa," she told Chloe.  "I have papers," she added.  "The aid workers helped us get them.  They said that many Western countries allow you to use them like a passport but I am still a refugee.  A, how did they say?  A stateless person."  The grey material of her abaya shifted across her shoulder as she shrugged then fell back into place.  "They said, the aid workers?  They said to tell the government of a country that I could not go home and feared persecution.  That I would be killed or tortured.  That is easy enough to prove," the young woman added in a flat tone.  "A Kurd and a Yazidi and a woman?  Any of those would be enough, or should be."

A little lost in her past, Pelin watched without comment as Chloe unwrapped the package.  Chloe was so graceful and calm in her movements, not hurrying just to get done with it and without a trace of greed in her eyes unlike many of the other women Pelin had known that were from the West.  It must be hard for her, she thought, to live between worlds.  To be a Western woman but with an Eastern heritage and looks that would make any who saw her assume things about her ancestry and customs.  Much as they did Pelin.  But then how could they know for example she wasn't a Muslim for all she'd pretended to renounce her faith and submit to Islam.  It was either that or die, the same with the customs she'd learned for survival such as wearing the abaya and hijab.  Saudi religious police might scold, arrest, even strike a woman who broke the law but ISIS murdered them, sometimes in terrible ways.  None of this was Chloe's world but Pelin knew ignorant people might think so and felt sorry for the sweet girl.

A hesitation, then Pelin reached out and put her hand in Chloe's.  Pelin wasn't averse to physical contact, especially since it was with another woman and not a man, but neither had she much been the recipient of it these last years.  Her hand, work roughened, drank up the cream like the sands did the rain, leaving little trace that it had ever been there.  Slowly though her skin became saturated and filled out, smooth and with a glow of health it hadn't had before.  Unaware of her smile, Pelin watched as Chloe continued to rub cream on the back of her hand.

"When guests leave the lotion bottles behind with some left, or throw them away, I sometimes use them.  But the cleaning it takes it right away.  They have gloves," she mentioned, "but I don't like them.  I don't need them.  Why would I be afraid of dirt or cleaning?  Caravanserai is the most wonderful place I have ever been and the cleanest.  And -" she looked up with her eyes only, lashes hiding them, "I have made a friend.  A wonderful friend."

[Dominique]

Name: Chloe Foster
Date | Time: June 12th, 5 PM
Wearing: Tan coloured Spa uniform with brown sash and white loafers
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Pelin


She wasn't anything if not dedicated, and it showed in the way her fingers seemingly danced over the back of Pelin's hand as she rubbed the cream into her skin. The light pressure increased on the softer parts of her hand, applying more and more of the sample lotion to the girl's roughened fingers, offering proof that she was a hard working young woman, who had risen to the challenge of adversity time and time again, facing it with her head held high. Chloe thought she deserved a gentle treatment too, feeling, perhaps not consciously but definitely instinctively, that Pelin hadn't been offered quite as much kindness as she was giving others. It wasn't even about pity, either; Chloe treated people with the respect she intuitively thought they deserved. Clearly her intuition thought very highly of Pelin.

"I'm glad you consider me your friend," she said, a demure look in her eyes that accentuated the small blush upon her cheeks. It really did mean a lot to her, and Chloe didn't think she could return the compliment and do the sincerity Pelin had displayed justice. "I think you make a pretty amazing friend yourself," she said with a girlish sort of shyness that didn't really fit her now, but that had suited her well enough when she was a teenager. Chloe let her gaze rest on the way her fingers gently pushed along the length of Pelin's hand, again and again, and only occasionally did her eyes flit up to assure Pelin that she meant it. She had moved her focus to Pelin's fingers now, and gradually turned the applying of lush cream into a little hand massage. People underestimated how sensitive hands really were, and how important it was to look after them. You could relax an entire body by relaxing palms and fingers, just as effectively as feet and toes did. She worked diligently, taking her time with every single digit, working from one knuckle to the next, applying pressure where needed and making sure that no part of them was anything if not shiny and soft.

"Your fingers are beautiful, you know," she remarked, her voice with that serene quality to it that she focused on just a little bit more whenever down here in the Spa. "Do you think you would let me paint them sometime?" A sweet little sigh escaped Chloe, and she looked visibly relaxed, even if it wasn't her on the receiving end of the little treatment. "I haven't done this in such a long time," she mused, wistfully almost. A breathless laugh followed that statement, and Chloe looked up at Pelin, briefly pausing the rhythmic movements of her hands. "With a friend, I mean. Back in London, before I graduated, I used to practice on my friends all the time. I'd treat their hands first; you can't put Henna on dry hands. I suppose that even then I already knew the business world wasn't for me. It's what made it so easy to leave my dad's company in the end, you know? I haven't regretted making a career switch, not for a single moment."

Her eyes briefly clouded over as she thought back to her home, her family. "My parents were so upset when I quit, packed up my bags and left. They wouldn't talk to me for weeks, months even. It was a little hard to tell given how I was on the other side of the world. They know I'm here now though, and they've been sending me cards. Cards with such stiff little notes on it, you'd laugh if you read them." Chloe smiled faintly that time, the sentiment not quite reaching her eyes. "I wonder when I will go back. I think it'll be a long time yet."

[Honeycrisp]

Name: Pelin Arwan
Date | Time: June 12th, After 5PM
Wearing: Red scarf chased with gold, grey abaya, sandals
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Chloe

Without immediately commenting on the revelations Chloe shared, Pelin simply sat and enjoyed the massage that Chloe was blessing her hand with.  Chloe's hands were so deft, so confident that it was like she was touching her own skin and feeling it.  No wonder Caravanserai had hired her; smart, truly gifted with massage, and as beautiful as the white Iris with the brush of black upon their core that grew wild in the mountains of Pelin's home.  When Chloe paused, Pelin offered up her other hand without waiting to be asked.  Only then did she give the thoughts in her head life as words.

"Sometimes when the heart hurts and doesn't know what to say then the words they-" she searched her limited vocabulary to try and express herself properly."The words, they sound wrong.  Different from how the heart writes them and wants them to be heard.  Your Bav, your Papa," she translated.  "He probably sees so much of your Mama in you that you leaving is like a piece of her going away.  And he doesn't know how to keep you and let you go at the same time.  I think maybe he is in love with you like he is in love with your Mama and his heart aches that you are away.  But he is trying," she reassured Chloe without even knowing more than a passing bit about their relationship.  Torn away from her own family but having grown up in an intimate, interconnected web of relationships that only those in developing countries without modern distractions could understand Pelin understood more about families than Chloe.  Even if it didn't translate perfectly into the exact situation with Chloe's it was still something the other girl needed to hear.

With her free hand that had been made soft by Chloe's work, Pelin reached out and stroked the back of it across Chloe's cheek then repeated the movement with the palm, letting it rest with her thumb just below Chloe's eye.  Insistent pressure asked Chloe to look into Pelin's face.  "If he didn't care, he wouldn't write.  If you didn't care it wouldn't hurt.  "We say 'A kind word will warm a man through three winters'.  Write him back with that kind word, Chloe.  It will bear fruit in time."

[Dominique]

Name: Chloe Foster
Date | Time: June 12th, 5 PM
Wearing: Tan coloured Spa uniform with brown sash and white loafers
Location: Abalos Spa
Tagging: Pelin


She was caught off-guard by the touch, which was so gentle and so full of warmth. It suggested that Pelin was feeling more at ease with her than Chloe had thought, and she felt glad for it. But moreso, she was surprised by the words that Pelin had spoken, which were so painfully accurate that she could feel a sharp sting at the core of her chest when merely considering how true they might be. She hadn't seen her parents in over two years now, and maybe, just maybe it did more to her than she had allowed herself to feel until now. Chloe didn't realise that it had even brought her to tears, not until she could feel the tiny splash as it landed on the bare skin just above her collar. It had been a lonesome tear, one that had rolled so quietly over Pelin's fingers. Immediately Chloe pulled away, looking embarrassed.

"Goodness," she said breathlessly, which Chloe didn't think was a word she had ever used before. But good ol' English swearwords would take away from the sincerity with which Pelin had spoken, and if there was anything that Chloe was certain of right now, is that she did not want her to feel like Chloe didn't take her seriously.

Picking up a tissue from the table, she dabbed at her eyes, looking a little uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, uhm..."  She shook her head, causing the whirl of black curls to waver about her hear in an unkempt fashion. An apologetic smile tugged at a single corner of her mouth, and Chloe looked up at her newfound friend, already regretting having pulled back so abruptly. She really hoped Pelin hadn't taken it as a sign of rejection. "I guess it bothers me more than I care to admit,"  she said, glancing off to the side as she tried to regain her composure. "I don't know if the truth is as rose coloured as you told me, but... perhaps it's worth a try."

Chloe hesitated, then asked, a little shy almost, "And perhaps you'd help me write it..?"