"This is not what I had in mind," Aclysia stated as they entered a circular chamber. It was filled with steam, not awfully hot but rather nicely warm, originating from a large pool of water that filled all but the outer rim of the room. It was only half a metre deep on the outside and went no deeper than a full one at the centre, where a steady stream of water bubbled up and caused the pool to overflow into metal grates in the floor, where it vanished somewhere underground. "I am, however, not complaining."
The metal fairy flew over the water and then dropped. Immediately upon entrance, dirt and dust that had gathered on her during the journey began swirling in the clear water around her. While there was no hygienic need for her to be clean, it felt infinitely nicer.
