Journey to Sanctuary
Journey to Sanctuary Iriisii is taking in one of those rare moments of time when nothing is pressing on her to be done. This moment she is enjoying a foot massage of a kind she has never before experienced. The masseur is an old man of some racial type called Oriental, hailing from a far world but whom she picked up on her last stop where she had saved his life. It seemed he was but plying his trade when the sounds of his client elicited a strong effect upon the client's husband when he overheard them. At this moment she can understand why the former client was voicing such moans. He had started with a wide mouth fired clay bowl filled with heated water, placed her feet within to soften while he gathered his working implements. When he had everything placed to his liking, he added a cup of a crystalized mineral that dissolved in the hot water. He then added a aromatic soap that was mixed according to a recipe that had been handed down in his family for generations. T...