The Spa

"Ah here is the emergency, the spa," said Petra.

The room looked pretty normal for a spa. There were massage tables, spa pools, and a couple of things he wasn't quite sure of. But it was all there so he could see.

"Where should I stand?" asked John.

"Oh I shouldn't be, but a second my dear," responded Petra as she walked towards an employee only door. "Just don't wander. I'd hate for one of our customers to be startled by you."

Petra left and John began to look around. He walked by a rack of silk bathing robes near one of the pools of what seemed to be mud. "Weird what women will do to themselves," he said to himself. He let his hand touch one of the bath robes, which began to wrap around his arm and began pulling him closer.

"What the Hell!?!?!" he shouted.

He tried to pull back and fight it off.