Amelie’s POV
“What?” I asked, puzzled.
He holds out his hand to me, and I tentatively take it. We head through a set of glass doors, and the smell is overwhelming. A strong odor of sulfur and earth hits my nose. I then realized there was a massive pool of mud.
“Mud?” I questioned.
“Yes,” Nathan smiled, “mud.”
“Amelie,” Charlotte said, “we’ll get you in first. Please remove your robe.”
I shyly untied my robe; Charlotte held it up and gave me some privacy as I slowly descended into the mud. I still hold my arm across my exposed chest as a precaution. I felt Nathan’s gaze on my back as I entered the mud pit. The sensation is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. Warm and squishy mud slowly overtakes my senses. I’m covered up past my breasts, thank goodness. Nathan entered right after me.
