Amelie’s POV

“What?” I asked, puzzled.

He held out his hand to me, and I tentatively took it. We headed through a set of glass doors, and the smell was overwhelming. A strong odor of sulfur and earth hit my nose. I then realized there was a massive pool of mud.

“Mud?” I questioned.

“Yes,” Nathan smiled, “mud.”

“Amelie,” Charlotte said, “we’ll get you in first. Please remove your robe.”

I shyly untied my robe; Charlotte held it up and gave me some privacy as I slowly descended into the mud. I still held my arm across my exposed chest as a precaution. I felt Nathan’s gaze on my back...