The interior of the bathhouse resembled a misty purgatory, thick with the heavy fragrance of burning incense and the dense steam billowing off the boiling water that seeped down the marble walls. Violet, heavily weighed down by the final month of her pregnancy, had submerged her aching body into the colossal silver-rimmed marble tub, attempting to soothe her skin which had grown painfully taut from the twins she carried.
Around her, Omega servants were scrambling, using silk fibers and lavender oils to gently massage and pacify her flawless, sensitive flesh.
