Maybe... I can stay for a little while

"I... would never run..." you lie. "I have to fulfill my contract."

The two girls giggle once again. "Of course, and we will make your training so pleasurable." Silva assists you into the bath, which you find surprisingly warm. Lavina is already pouring a creamy smelling tonic into the waters, turning them milky white. As the powdery cloud touches your skin for the first time, it begins to tingle mildly at first, but soon your skin is practically buzzing. You shift uncomfortably as the girls urge you deeper into the water, up to your neck, and then begin to scrub your arms, legs, and chest. They begin with rough pumice stones, then softer sponges, and finally silky sheets. All the while they tease and tickle, and all the while their faces beam the brightest most mischievous smiles.

"A sweet pusio should never have such rough skin." One beams, "We just have to remove these abhorrent callouses you naughty impudicitia," The other insists, while scrubbing away at your fingers and palm."Don't worry, we'll take care of all of your rough ugliness..." They insist together.

You blush brightly at the teasing, not entirely sure what some of the words mean, though you can guess their intention. You really should be trying to flee, your mind urges, but the body is so happy and so content that you can't quite bring yourself to do it.

You relax, and the tension in your muscles begins to dwindle away, until finally their work is done. One of them retrieves. a few items from a nearby shelf, but you pay no mind as the other draws you from the water.

You're surprised to see that your flesh has become pale and smooth during the wash. No veins can be seen, no scars remain. Your heart leaps as you realize you're now not only hairless, but both your palms and feet are terribly sensitive, no longer having the tough leathery skin that used to protect them.

One of them, Lavina, approaches you, cupping something within her palm, and you immediately become wary. So far everything seems reversible, but the delicate care with which she carries this object raises a flag in your mind. Your heart rate quickens as your realize the point of no return may be upon you.