Swimming Pools
The first place that Atlanta drags me to within the hotel’s area is what she calls the “swimming pool.” According to her, it is a public man-made structure for swimming, bathing, also playing with water, but not for cleaning oneself. Also according to her, one must wear a swimming costume when swimming there, and I could not avoid doing so because Emilia gave me such – a skin-tight, sleeveless and legless green one-piece of a rather silky, stretchy material – just before ushering us out of the suite.
Atlanta never told me that the swimming pool would smell pungent, however.
The water is clear, the white-and-blue tiles are clean, but the odor–!
Atlanta dives into the deceptively harmless body of water without any ado, thankfully without pushing me before her or dragging me along with her. Meanwhile, I stand as far away as possible from the thing, watching her with wide eyes.
I am not sure if even Thor and his friends would be so reckless as to dive into such a sharp-smelling water.
If foodstuffs with a sharp aftertaste could bother my digestive system so, I do not wish to know what this sharp-smelling water would do to my skin.