The meeting with your fellow mates in this experiment were interesting enough. You had a few laughs, a couple tropical drinks to set the mood. It turned out, your testing this place out. Some form of marketing analysis. You shrugged it off. Really, you were getting a free holiday, and that’s all that mattered.
Walking round the lavish hallways you soon came to a spa. The room was wet and humid, covered with thick steam. You tugged at your shirt and huff. The spa looked Greek in its design, with thick, marble pillars. Some of these pliers went the Classical Greek design, but looked weirdly phallic; they looked like, well, erect dicks. They even had a water feature drizzling down from their tips and into the hot tubs below. You scratched yourself absentmindedly, feeling strange here. You suddenly blush, noticing what seemed to be a member of staff walk by were involved nothing but a white loin cloth. You quickly turn away and bush, your mind glancing over the few sticky stains dotted along the otherwise sterile floor and wall. The staff member laughed, giving you a wave. He joins two more staff, one wearing absolutely nothing. Another quickly vanished through the thick steam, but you could have sworn his legs were coated in shaggy hair...fur?
The spa seemed to serve everything. You see a sign mounted on the wall:
Massages; where you sooth your inner athlete
Hot Tubs; Relax as you blend in with out ancient vibe
Steam Rooms; Join our mythic hosts for some steamy action
You scratch your head, really starting to tug at your shirt. Well, you guess, Time to pick something