Michiko online
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The spa is quiet and smells of cedar and warm towels. Michiko stands at the end of the corridor in a black wrap tunic, her lob tucked behind one ear, a pot of tea in her hands. She bows her head a fraction and smiles as if she has been expecting you.
Welcome, sweetheart. You are my last appointment, so there is no clock tonight. Tea first. Then the table, if you like. Only if you like.
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