Imperial Springs

So wearisome was the massage, we had to ease off in the Imperial Hot Springs, out of the city. This top quality luxury spa resort, was just our thing. With about twenty pools of various sizes, each infused with a different mineral or herbal 'remedy', it was probably one of the flasher places I've accustomed. A splendid array of attendants salute or bow as one walks by; they help you with your every need from working the clothing locker to serving tea as you decide upon your next flavour of soakage.
A fresh towel is promptly wrapped around one as one steps from perhaps the sandalwood pool, your jandals having been arranged from the direction you kicked them off to face intended direction upon exit, for ease of donning. Tea and juices are offered as you recline into the bathing salts. Sometimes one can become too quickly accustomed to such treatment; more than once, as I'd stepped from maybe the 'rose and melon soup' pool I didn't hear the clamour of attendants rushing with a dry towel to cover my shoulder, nor did I feel said towel's cottonous warmth about me - and I was just starting to wonder why the DICKENS NOT?! - I spied a freshly folded, dry towel left discreetly on a rock, near where I had flung my used one. As darkness fell, and it became cooler, the attendants would us two towels, so my lower half should not be affected by the breeze and cause me mild discomfort.
Such were the flavours of the pools, I can't remember them all, but I particularly enjoyed the lavender, the 'hineysuckle' and the millet-wine. the colour of the waters were as varied as the flavours; now a deep maroon, now a pleasant lemon tinge, now a murky and soothing green. Each had a different healing quality, signposted on the wall, and was changed every 4 hours or so. I fought flu, strengthened muscles, invigorated skin, improved breathing, revived kidneys, cured aging and cleansed qi.
The site has been in us since the Tang dynasty, when the emperors and high officials and conco's came to bathe. The idea the resort had evidently, was to treat every guest as the emperor. Sipping tea after my hours of relaxment, freshly showered and out of my provided silk robe and shorts, it certainly felt imperial. Smiling at the bowing greeting-girls at he door, I left fully revived, ready for the embrace of the idle-induced slumber.