Bathhouse Stories Novels & Stories

There was a large oval-shaped sunken bath in the middle of the bathroom, as well as a shower stall and a countertop with all of the essentials. 'Rich folks know how to have a good time,' I thought. I came across some lavender bath oils and sprinkled them over the hot water. I stripped off my clothes and dove into the bath. It was fantastic. I let my thoughts wander back to the previous week. In a week, a lot had happened. My mind wandered to my 'husband,' and I wondered about his character. I was also curious as to how many other women he had brought with him prior to me. Did they bathe in the same tub?

Rachel POV Moonglow Pack - Visitor Cabin Dragging my brush through my hair, I tried to focus on how much better I felt after a quick shower. The bath house had been stalls of showers with flimsy curtains as the only boundary between bathers. I was alone by luck or the hour of my visit more than anything else, but I was glad. I didn't want to talk about the blood being rinsed off my skin down into the drain at my feet. Even thinking about the conversations which might have come up was enough to have me tossing my brush away in frustration in favor of going to pace in front of the window.

"We'll sleep outside, same as ever, but they got a bathhouse here, if any of you feels the need o' hot water and a lick o' soap. Celandine did not dare, even though she smelled as bad as the Seller by now, all sour and stinky. Some of the creatures living in her clothes had come all the way from Flea Bottom with her; it didn't seem right to drown them. Tarber and Hot Pie and the Bull joined the line of men headed for the tubs. Others settled down in front of the bathhouse. The rest crowded into the common room. The Seller even sent Tarber out with tankards for the three in fetters, who'd been left chained up in the back of their wago

she said. The bathhouse came as a shock to me when I arrived at the fortress yesterday. The fortress itself felt more like a castle. It had two dozen servants hustling around as I saw in Downton Abbey. The entire place was lit with oil lamps, candles, and countless fireplaces. The floor was designed in elaborate mosaics made with colored ceramic tiles; some of the patterns were exquisitely beautiful. The walls were equally ornate, made out of concrete and marble. The bathhouse was bigger than the recreational center at my university. It had separate hot and cold pools for men and women, workout rooms, saunas, bars to snack and drink beer, and dressing rooms, with servants to heat the furnace

She walked through the threshold and towards a set of double doors across the room. I followed her as she walked into a beautiful bathroom. There was a tub that sat in the center of the room and the counter covered an entire wall. It was gorgeous. She began to fill the tub and rolled a tray from across the room towards the side of the bath. There were different bottles of shampoo and body washes along with loofahs and many other things. Once the bath was filled, she dropped in a few bath bombs. They sizzled until a variety of herbs surfaced. The smell was amazing. I could feel what was left of their lives buzzing in the air despite the bracelets, and I silently thanked them for their sacrifi

Okay, the underground playroom was cool as well, plus the kitchen, from the peek she’d had at it, but the giant bath was definitely up there in her top ten. Bigger than her bedroom at home, the bath had a glittering crystal fringe chandelier, pale green silk wallpaper, and an array of plumbing more elaborate than two American men should know how to use. Rebecca was so in love with the shower’s zillion body sprays that she hadn’t yet tried the freestanding, reheating soaker tub. If she’d had this bathroom in her house, she might never get muscle knots. She half-hummed, half-sang a Pink song as she soaped herself. She pushed aside the knowledge that this might be her last time here. She’d reme

Rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes, I shuffled inside the bathroom, where I reluctantly drew a bath for myself. My body was feeling lighter and less aching than before, all thanks to the medicine. I began bathing and got myself ready to go downstairs. During these hours, the girls would meet downstairs to retell the stories about how their days were, who kissed whom, who finally found their mate, and sometimes place bets on who would get asked out before the other. They were hours of madness, and I dearly loathed idle talk, especially in such contexts. I did not want to be called a “party pooper” again. I once tried to go to bed early, and Casandra quickly called me out for ruining t

Ronda said. “Maybe join the parlormaids?” Tilda suggested. “What about the bathhouse?” I asked, and I told them what Brenan and the princess had said about it. “That’s not so easy,” Marla replied cautiously. “The bathhouse women are protective of their position. And our kin don’t appreciate finding strangers in charge of their personal hygiene.” “I have an idea,” Ronda said. “Let me think it through and I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.” In the afternoon, when Aine and I took a break from my lessons, I told her about that morning and my conversation with the healers.

With anticipation in his heart, he approaches the door and pushes it open. To his surprise, he finds himself in a breathtaking underwater bathroom. The room is spacious, with pearlescent walls reflecting the gentle glow of the surrounding sea. The centerpiece of the room is a magnificent bathtub, unlike any Joe has ever seen. The tub begins with a large clamshell angled downward, creating a luxurious reclining space. Its sides are built up, gradually deepening the water, and at the end of the shell, there is a well that allows for complete submersion.

“His Highness told us that you cannot go stay outside of the Quarters without an escort for your protection, and the Quarters does not have a shared bathhouse here.” “Won’t you come and provide hot water for a bath later tonight? I don’t need much, just a couple of basins.” I pleaded with them, but they only shook their heads in stony silence. “Goddess above,” I whispered and sniffed myself. I shuddered. Another day smelling and feeling vile like this. Impossible. I stared longingly in the direction of the bathroom where all the servants shuffled in. Steam flowed like sweet-smelling puffy clouds from the door leading to where the tub was, and I could just imagine how incredible it would be t