You don't really like the color pink, and the bright shade of it sticks out like a sore thumb inside the box your wife has gotten for you. Thus, you find it only reasonable that, now that your wife isn't at home to see it, you can throw the tiny pink ball into your bathtub. The orb has a woman's sex-icon on it, a circle with an cross pointed downwards, like a single key on a keychain.
With a toss, the bath bomb lands in the water, and immediately explodes into a soapy goodness that spreads all the way through the tub. You stop the flow of water, and then disrobe yourself out of your filthy work clothes. You quickly discover that one orb was more than enough, as you see the mountain of soap bubbles that has formed on top of the water. More than one was definitely cause for disaster, although soapy overflow typically disappears after sometime without needing to interfere much.
The water has gotten a distinct pinkish hue over it, and you remind yourself with a grimace to drain the tub so no trace of it is left behind.
You hesitantly step inside the bathtub, testing the waters, so to speak, before sitting down against its raised edge. Once seated, about half of your body is submerged underneath the soap, up to about your midreef.
Instantly, you feel pleasant tingles run over your feet and legs. It feels somewhat like a foot massage or, more accurately, like one of those fish spa pedicures you and your wife had tried once during a vacation.
The feeling slowly becomes more and more prominent, the longer you're bathing in it. After a long day of work, such a sensation is a pleasant welcome. Despite that, you feel that there's cause for some concern here. After all, this was never expected from a single tiny orb, a bath bomb that was only supposed to give off a nice scent, to your knowledge.
You close your eyes, debating this. Perhaps you should answer to your concerns, or perhaps now's the right time for some good relaxation.