Post by Romio Julian Rosselini on Oct 1, 2014 9:42:26 GMT -8
A few years ago, I finally succeeded in something that I had worked the better part of 60 years to achieve, and at that time I believe that I - to use an expression all the cool kids are using these days- 'won the internets'.
I cannot explainly what exactly that phrase means, nor do I claim to have ownership of the World Wide Web as (its proper name) is referred to as 'the internets', nor would I know how to be awarded such a thing if I could 'win' it; but under the assumption that it means I excelled at something in particular, I can rightly, and with all manner of degrees, accept with total conviction and complete sincerity, that in the manner of perfecting the ultimate and quintessential bath for a Kindred, I have *indeed* 'Won the internets'.
Science has been making such leaps and bounds in the last 100 years, helping us all to understand this world we call home, that it would have been reticent of me to not lay claim to all of the knowledge exposed and bare for the masses to use at their whim; and with such advances came the understanding of how to put them to good use. We have electrical lights, phones that can reach us anywhere, boxes called 'microwaves' that we use to cook food, automobiles that no longer need petrol, guns that can shoot through concrete walls, goggles that allow us to see better than a cat at night. All of these amazing things.
And we now understand temperature. It's my journal, I'll allow myself to digress; the Kindred physiology no longer produces heat on its own, and therefore, is no longer affected by extremes of heat and cold as we are. The lack of body heat allows the Kindred form to assume the temperature of a room, and as such, Kindred bodies are usually anywhere from 50 to 70 degrees Fahrenheit (See Madame? I *can* use the blasted American measurement). To our own human bodies, this can feel like they are ice cold, or simply cooler than normal. This also means that when a Kindred, who is at 50 degrees body temperature, steps into a hot bath mantained at 105 degrees (for a normal human), they can feel as though they are being boiled like a christmas goose! I can say that Madame was not well pleased during those first few years; while it may not cause them actual harm, being immersed in water that much different a temperature is not pleasant.
With this in mind, I set about finding out how to draw a bath that would be utterly pleasant to a Kindred. The water would have to be the absolute perfect temperature, for maximum enjoyment. And after much experimentation, I succeeded! While It is likely different for each Kindred, I have found that the following routine is a perfect solution for Lady Keket:
The floor of the bathtub is covered in opalescent 'pearls' that are made of a water soluble gel, and filled with cayenne pepper and other spices. Once the water is introduced into the tub, I have roughly four and one half minutes before they dissolve.
Her bathroom is heated to exactly 62 degrees, while she is undressed and prepared for immersion; the water is also held at a temperature of exactly 62 and one half degrees on the surface, with the lowest point (the bottom of the tub) being held at a slightly less heat of 60 degrees. There is extra water held at the ready, heated to 70 degrees, in which I have mixed a variety of flower petals, notably Roses, Lilac, Orchid, and Nightshade (I know, it's terribly cliche, but Madame does seem to enjoy it, and it's the little things that really count, don't you think?).
When her Ladyship steps into the bath, the temperature is so exact that she slides into it feeling as though there is no water in the bath at all, and yet with the aid of some bubble solution mixed into the water, the effect is that she has sunk into a silken cocoon. I tell you, that first sigh of delight, which I know she does simply for my benefit, is rapturous.
While Madame is in the cocoon, I must act quickly for the effect to be perfect; the gel pearls she has slid upon break, releasing the aroma into the water and the chemicals begin to heat the water around her skin. I introduce the hotter water, which acts as an agent and produces a flush that travels like a murky cloud through the water, so that Madame can feel the cocoon heating up around her, trapping her in its delicate embrace. Finally, the hottest water, at about 90 degrees, just enough to finish the bath and make the surface steam.
I know that some would simply shrug, and say it's only a bath, but I assure you, when one denotes as much effort and research into this as I have, NOTHING is only a bath. I rest assured that each time Madame can soak away the frustrations of the evening or begin the evening off with one of my baths, I have helped avert one or more individuals from meeting a grisly end.
Spit spot. There's Silver to shine!
I cannot explainly what exactly that phrase means, nor do I claim to have ownership of the World Wide Web as (its proper name) is referred to as 'the internets', nor would I know how to be awarded such a thing if I could 'win' it; but under the assumption that it means I excelled at something in particular, I can rightly, and with all manner of degrees, accept with total conviction and complete sincerity, that in the manner of perfecting the ultimate and quintessential bath for a Kindred, I have *indeed* 'Won the internets'.
Science has been making such leaps and bounds in the last 100 years, helping us all to understand this world we call home, that it would have been reticent of me to not lay claim to all of the knowledge exposed and bare for the masses to use at their whim; and with such advances came the understanding of how to put them to good use. We have electrical lights, phones that can reach us anywhere, boxes called 'microwaves' that we use to cook food, automobiles that no longer need petrol, guns that can shoot through concrete walls, goggles that allow us to see better than a cat at night. All of these amazing things.
And we now understand temperature. It's my journal, I'll allow myself to digress; the Kindred physiology no longer produces heat on its own, and therefore, is no longer affected by extremes of heat and cold as we are. The lack of body heat allows the Kindred form to assume the temperature of a room, and as such, Kindred bodies are usually anywhere from 50 to 70 degrees Fahrenheit (See Madame? I *can* use the blasted American measurement). To our own human bodies, this can feel like they are ice cold, or simply cooler than normal. This also means that when a Kindred, who is at 50 degrees body temperature, steps into a hot bath mantained at 105 degrees (for a normal human), they can feel as though they are being boiled like a christmas goose! I can say that Madame was not well pleased during those first few years; while it may not cause them actual harm, being immersed in water that much different a temperature is not pleasant.
With this in mind, I set about finding out how to draw a bath that would be utterly pleasant to a Kindred. The water would have to be the absolute perfect temperature, for maximum enjoyment. And after much experimentation, I succeeded! While It is likely different for each Kindred, I have found that the following routine is a perfect solution for Lady Keket:
The floor of the bathtub is covered in opalescent 'pearls' that are made of a water soluble gel, and filled with cayenne pepper and other spices. Once the water is introduced into the tub, I have roughly four and one half minutes before they dissolve.
Her bathroom is heated to exactly 62 degrees, while she is undressed and prepared for immersion; the water is also held at a temperature of exactly 62 and one half degrees on the surface, with the lowest point (the bottom of the tub) being held at a slightly less heat of 60 degrees. There is extra water held at the ready, heated to 70 degrees, in which I have mixed a variety of flower petals, notably Roses, Lilac, Orchid, and Nightshade (I know, it's terribly cliche, but Madame does seem to enjoy it, and it's the little things that really count, don't you think?).
When her Ladyship steps into the bath, the temperature is so exact that she slides into it feeling as though there is no water in the bath at all, and yet with the aid of some bubble solution mixed into the water, the effect is that she has sunk into a silken cocoon. I tell you, that first sigh of delight, which I know she does simply for my benefit, is rapturous.
While Madame is in the cocoon, I must act quickly for the effect to be perfect; the gel pearls she has slid upon break, releasing the aroma into the water and the chemicals begin to heat the water around her skin. I introduce the hotter water, which acts as an agent and produces a flush that travels like a murky cloud through the water, so that Madame can feel the cocoon heating up around her, trapping her in its delicate embrace. Finally, the hottest water, at about 90 degrees, just enough to finish the bath and make the surface steam.
I know that some would simply shrug, and say it's only a bath, but I assure you, when one denotes as much effort and research into this as I have, NOTHING is only a bath. I rest assured that each time Madame can soak away the frustrations of the evening or begin the evening off with one of my baths, I have helped avert one or more individuals from meeting a grisly end.
Spit spot. There's Silver to shine!