Thirty minutes later, relaxed and refreshed, she rose from the water. She pushed a button and the water ran through a cleaning cycle. It took only five minutes for the pool to become as it was before she bathed. Anya’s skin glowed; the bath oil left a light sheen and a touch of fragrance. It appeared she didn’t need her customary lotion. She rubbed down with the one of the heated towels, vigorously drying her hair as well as her body. Curiosity coaxed her into removing the stopper of the smallest vial. A whiff told her it was perfume. Feeling just a bit daring, she touched the stopper to the pulse points at her wrists, the nape of her neck, the backs of her knees and her collarbone. Her inner clock told her she had just enough time left to dash to her vanity and brush her hair.