Apollo goes to a mud bath by himself, only to find he's sharing with a guy.

As it turned out, Apollo was so relaxed and fuzzy headed after his sensual massage that he lost most of what the attendant said to him on the way to his next activity. Once he was alone in a new room, all that had managed to stick was that it was a mud bath and he'd need to be naked for it. Sure enough, in the middle of the room, was an large basin inlaid to the floor, filled with some sort of mineral mud. Apollo thought it was a little gross, but if it was supposed to help his skin, he couldn't help but try it. As he stripped once more, this time not even trying to avoid looking at his pink-haired bush between his legs or his succulent breasts, it didn't occur to him that he wasn't going to be living in this body long enough to make a difference how he treated his skin.

Once nude and ready, Apollo slowly immersed himself in the mud, which was at a perfectly warm temperature: not at all cold but not hot either. Once his was down to his neck, able to sit on a small ledge on the inside of the tub, he closed his eyes and relaxed. The mud felt great on his soft skin, and he wondered if it would feel as good in his old body, though he doubted it. So entranced by the relaxing warmness, Apollo didn't hear the door open as someone else entered, stripped, and got into the tub with her. As a second body settled into the mud, the mud level rose and Apollo felt it, opening his eyes to find a man who looked like a professional athlete, muscular with a chisled face and perfectly coifed hair, leering at him. "What, didn't you know these are unisex?" he asked her. Apollo stared at the man, suddenly conflicted. Part of him wanted to run away, get dressed, and leave the spa. The other wanted to stay and see where this went.