A welcome distraction

Hilda's fright turns to arousal as she stares at the person who just spoke.

"Oh my..." Hilda stutters. Sylvia remains silent behind her, but her eyes bulge.

Standing before them is a large, tan, muscular, beefy hunk of man meat wearing only a tiny banana hammock (that does absolutely nothing to conceal his natural *ahem* gifts.)

"Have you come to partake of our baths?" He asks, in a booming, powerful voice that makes the two women quiver.

"I... we... um..." Hilda stutters, as the speech center of her brain shuts down.

"Or perhaps you are here for a massage?" He asks, his shaved and oiled body glistening in the torch light.

"So dreamy..." Silvia mutters, evidently as taken with him as Hilda was.

Of course, that glyph of lust painted on the arch way might have had something to do with it too...