"The massages sound sinfully good," Beth says, and you nod in agreement.
Together, the two of you walk into a steamy, ornately tiled room. The sign says to strip down and put on towels, and so you do, giggling slightly with her, ready for
a day of luxury. Wrapped in long towels from your upper chest down to your knees, you walk into the room with the massage tables.
Each of you lie down on your stomachs, pulling the towel down to expose your backs. Muscular men walk out, each holding a rag and a vial of oil. Beth gives
instructions to hers, and you tell yours to work the kinks out of your lower back. They nod silently, and a cool trickle on your back makes you shiver as they pour
the oil on you. It's soothing, almost tingling.
The rubbing seems to last for hours, and it's pure bliss, just the thing to relax you. You're almost completely oblivious to your surroundings until you hear a low
rumbling over where Beth is lying.
You muzzily open your eyes to look over there, and then gasp when you finally see Beth. Normally, Beth has gorgeous red hair. You've been jealous of her in the
past. However, her hair never looked like this! Cascading down Beth's shoulder almost to the floor, it's wild and tangled. Worse yet, it's not all red. Streaks of
black and cream hair are shot through it, almost like stripes. You look to Beth's face, which is partially concealed by her hair.
She looks back at you with bestial green eyes, slitted like a cat's. She yawns, and you see she has fangs. It's then you realize that it's Beth who is making the
rumbling noise. She's purring!