He was waiting for me. He stood with his back against one of the windows. The evening sun formed a halo around his body. He wore nothing but a loose-fitting black silk robe. I was allowed just a glimpse of the many tattoos.
“You must be tired from your long journey,” he said. “Do you wish to refresh yourself?”
I nodded unable to speak.
“In the next room you will find a bath has been drawn for you.”
I didn’t respond as I left. As Sadir said there was a bath in the next room steaming and filled with scented bubbles. I stripped down immediately and climbed in. I thought for a moment that Sadir would join me but he allowed me my privacy. I had a feeling there were better things to come.
When I finished I dried myself with a warm soft towel available. A robe similar to Sadir’s was left for me. I slipped into it and made my way back to the circular room.
Sadir was kneeling on one of the body pillows placed underneath the statue. He was in the process of opening a carved wood box. He smiled we he noticed me, “Much better I daresay?”
“Much better,” my curiosity got the better of me and I took a peek into the box. He didn’t stop me. Inside were several bottles sealed with cork, brushes of varying shapes and lengths as well as - well I’m certainly not a prude but the polished wood phallic rods were a complete surprise.
Before I could ask what it was all for he said, “Please join me.” |
