Blackmore
Heh.
A few moments after the girl already began to make herself ready, the man picked up the rose and walked out of the studio, ready to take his well earned rest. As he stepped down the stairs, he took a deep breath to scent the flower, as if to admire its beauty.
Suddenly, he cast it to the side as if to throw it away. But rather than falling the rose simply began disintegrating, as if burnt to nothing more than smoke and vapor. There weren't even ashes or traces to remember the flower by, as if it had never existed to begin with.
"Interesting..."
The moment the maid stepped in the spa room, the giant couldn't contain himself any longer. As if to greet her, the eccentric man burst into a volcanic fit of laughter.
"Khahahahahahahahahahah!! I knew you were a golden hen, but that was just amazing! You were gorgeous. A-ahhh, that's right, just put some more muscle into it..."
Rather than his usual attire, he was wearing a full cucumber mask, replacing what would've normally been his pair of sunglasses to conceal his eyes. He seemed to be taking a hot therapeutic bath, while three lovely ladies were tending to his muscles and massaging him, from his neck to his back, and even his gracious abdominal muscles. Next to him were platters of food and iced alcoholic drinks, and it seemed he was watching the broadcast as well, considering the t.v. screen right in front of him.
Well, the thought of him managing to watch anything with these two cucumbers in the way might seem a bit sillier than usual, he would've probably applied it afterwards. He should have.
"And the cat ears, how the hell did you do that!?" He asked her, fully and completely interested into her amazing showomanship. "Come on, come lie down a bit. I swear, seeing it is one thing, but actually feeling it is a whole different beast. These massages are absolutely divine."
