Berengar sat in his Royal Bathhouse, clothed in nothing but a towel over his waist, which poorly concealed his excitement. Though Yasmin had not yet joined him, he was certain the woman would live up to her promise. Thus, he was well prepared for the grooming that was about to transpire within this sacred room.
On the ground next to the giant pool of water was a series of wax strips and scissors. Their purpose was simple: trim Yasmin's pubic hair to a classic bikini wax. After all, with the research and development into synthetic materials, it was only a matter of time before his chemists created lycra, and when that happened, he could finally make proper bikinis for his women.
Though he had been planning a honeymoon for some time, for him and his wives, Berengar had ultimately decided to wait longer than he had initially estimated. Why go to Granada in the summer, when they could go to the Caribbean in the winter, and enjoy a tropical paradise free from the cold?
