Go to a spa together.

Apparently Athena had earned some online coupon to a nearby spa, good for a whole afternoon of pampering for two at a really good price. She'd been trying to get Trucy or Pearl to go with her, but Trucy wasn't into that sort of thing and Pearl didn't feel comfortable with the idea. Apollo himself wouldn't normally be too interested in the idea either, but when Athena brought it up to him, he agreed immediately. They took a bus over to the building, House of the Rising Steam, and after paying were quickly separated from each other for individual massages. Suddenly all by himself in a small room with a massage table in the middle, Apollo hesitantly took off April May's clothes until he was stark naked and, without looking at his goods any more than he absolutely needed to, wrapped up his chest and hips with a towel each, before laying on the table face down and waiting for the masseuse.

Left alone with nothing but his thoughts, Apollo tried to do a little self-reflection. It was kind of difficult, because a large part of him wanted to just relax and not think, probably the April part of him, and even his more true-to-self mind couldn't deny he needed it. Apollo had always been a tense guy, and he was on vacation. Suddenly, the door opened and someone walked in. Apollo's face was still in the hole in the table, staring at the floor, so he didn't know who this person was. "Well, well, well," came a rich masculine baritone, unfamiliar but quite pleasing to Apollo's ears. "It's not every day I get to lay my hands on a work of art like this. Let's get started."

Most women Apollo knew would have blushed at flirts like that, but Apollo just grinned. After all, he knew what the guy was saying was true: his body was a work of art, and a sexy one at that. The massage started in the middle of Apollo's back, the man's firm and rough hand using a variety of techniques as he worked. As it continued, Apollo's mind got more and more hazy, and he barely noticed when the masseuse reached his butt. Apollo was no expect on massages, but he was pretty sure this guy wasn't supposed to cup and grope his ass in addition to the usual massage tricks. Not that Apollo was complaining. Normally, some guy manhandling him like this would make him feel very awkward and concerned, but he was so relaxed, so out of it, that he just enjoyed the sensual feeling of a man explored his large, soft ass. The guy never said a worn when he was done, and Apollo was so dizzy-headed that he didn't notice he was alone, that the massage had stopped, for several minutes. When he rose from the table, stretching slightly, he felt just as home in this woman's body as he had in his normal one, and he walked languidly into the next room to find out what the next activity was with a smile on his pouty lips.