You gently part the beaded curtain as you walk through the entryway. The room is dark, and the air is slightly humid. You see a faint glimmer in front of you. It looks like a metal chain. You grasp it and tug, and a row of lights in the ceiling activate.
The room is no larger than a bathroom, but it contains a bench, some towel racks, and a few wooden locker-sized cupboards. Towels grace the racks, and a white cotton bathrobe hangs from a hook next to a door straight in front of you.
You cross the tiled floor and open the door into a bright room far too big to exist in this house. An Olympic-sized pool sits in the middle of the room and the ceiling is dozens of feet high, supported by mighty columns. The architecture of the bath echoes Ancient Rome and the atmosphere has almost a golden glow to it.
You slowly approach the pool. On your end there are stairs descending into it, and at the far end is a diving board and a couple ladders on the sides.
The strange thing, though, is what's in the pool. Whatever it is certainly isn't water. It looks more like...