White water

The white water with rose petals had steam flowing out of it. Unlike the barrel at Urban's house the thermae at the palace was the size of a mammoth, it was made of white marble to keep the bubbling water steaming.

The lady-in-waiting removed the only robe that was shielding Mircea's naked body. There were four maidens aiding her bath today. Everyone was silently doing their chores. Mircea stepped in the hot water with help of the two maidens, she was blessed with a sensation of equantinity. 

Saints! 

She had missed this feeling, perhaps she should ask Etna to make this a daily thing instead of doing it on special occasions. 

Luscious tang of sandalwood hit Mircea's nostrils, the bath was everything and more. Mircea lowered her body in the water, dipping it til the water was reaching her neck.