When I’d eaten, Mahdi came to get me, and led me back to the first room where I’d had the body scrub. I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. This room was great. No creepy fish or other people being able to see me; just Mahdi and me and the relaxing music in the background.
I wondered what I’d be getting next. A massage? What else was left? Maybe I’d get my face covered with cucumbers or something. I hoped for a massage.
“When you’re ready, Mr. Williams?” Mahdi gestured to the table.
“Okay.” I disrobed, no longer feeling awkward about being naked in front of him—he’d scrubbed my arse with salt, for crying out loud.
“Face up.”