Jeanette Isabella had gotten utterly bored watching the dancing contest, and had left in the middle of it. She's certain her "dancing" partner Himeros had won, as he had the most charm of all. Jeanette Isabella figured that in a few days when all the party excitement had died down she'd go back to the temple and summon him for a game of "tag". It was becoming a bit of a ritual for her. Every few weeks when she was bored she'd inject a little fun into her life via her favorite orange sex god. Lately she'd been finding herself at the temple more and more often. It was hard to find new pae to have fun with when Himeros was already so good.
But this time when she'd gone back, the temple was...different. She hadn't gone in, but that's because it felt wrong. She swore she heard hissing from within. Anything that hissed was not anything Jeanette Isabella wished to cross. So she'd gone home and...shut herself in her room for a while. She went back again a few days later, and the same thing happened. The next time, she waited a few weeks, and still the temple was overrun with something that hissed. Perhaps Himeros and his family had moved temples. Surely he would have said something, though. Wouldn't he?
The thought that she'd never have Himeros' particular brand of excitement in her life again wore on her, even as she tried to get her fix through other pae. Teaching others what Himeros had just known was tedious, and eventually she stopped trying. And then the tension started to build, and build, and build, until her muscles tied themselves into knots beneath her skin and she had trouble sleeping.
She'd heard whispers about a "spa" in the City, a place that provided delight and comforts for the body. Jeanette Isabella is skeptical that such a place would provide the type of "delight and comforts" she required, but it's clear to her that something needed to be done. So on a clear, bright day, she flies up to the City, which she normally avoids as it is noisy and crowded and pretentious, and after asking directions from several annoyed citizens, finds her way to the spa.
She steps in and looks around, hoping that someone would appear and help her. She doesn't like asking for help, and she doesn't like appearing lost or helpless. Hmph.
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