The pool is filled to the brim with a thick, dark gray substance. You dip your finger into the pool & feel the substance- it's mud.
"Huh." you say out loud to yourself. Mud baths are supposed to be good for the skin, so it kind of makes sense that this would be here. Of course, it seems a little bit excessive to have this much mud at once, but who are you to judge?
Tucked into one of the corners of the room is a small but elegantly decorated shower. Next to the shower is a lacquered wooden bench, a small shelf for clothing, a brass towel rod holding a large fluffy white towel.
Turning back to the mud pool, you nibble on your lip as the temptation mounts. You haven't seen the owner of the house, or anyone else in the house at all. It's probably safe to take a quick dip into the mud. After all, if they can afford to keep a pool like this, whatever's in the mud has got to be good.
You drag your t-shirt over your head and pull off the rest of your clothes with equal celerity. You half-heartedly fold your clothes and place them on the shelf next to the shower. You consider leaving on your bra and panties as a sort of impromptu bathing suit, but ultimately take them off so as to not stain them in the mud.
Tiptoeing across the tile, you make sure the door you came in is closed. You shiver for a moment, only now realizing how chilly the room is now that you're nude.
Sitting on the edge of the pool, you push your legs into the mud. The mud is surprisingly warm- much more inviting the increasingly chillier air around the pool. Probing with your toes you can tell the pool has a shelf beneath the surface that will let you sit in the mud.
Lowering yourself the rest of the way in, your chin rests on the surface of the dark goop as your buttocks come to rest on the shelf. The mud hugs your every curve, holding you like a thick, warm blanket.
You let loose a contented, almost pleasurable sigh. You could used to this sort of bathtime...