Bathing in that spa had been like a never-ending orgasm to Tempest.
First she was washed, then she was ushered into the steam room, at least that is what it had seemed like to her. After she got out of the room, she realized that the so-called steam must have been something else entirely because when she emerged, there were no more scars or blemishes on her body.
She was a little disturbed by the process as a whole but was grateful that none of it hurt.
The final process of the spa treatment was the healing chamber. That was what Mexyn told her it was. To Tempest, it seemed like it was a large tanning bed. She layed in it, and the top was closed with her still inside.
A thick, silver, sparkling, goop-like material dripped all over her naked body and seeped into her pores. She inhaled it. She was fully immersed in it but somehow was still able to breathe.
Once the thick liquid surrounded her entire body, it felt like Tempest was riding the highest high she'd ever experienced. Every movement of her body sent shock waves of pleasure through her. Even breathing was enough to push her over the proverbial edge.
Over and over she orgasmed while she was in the chamber. It was intense and absolutely beautiful. She was so engrossed in the feeling that when Mexyn had released the top of the chamber, Tempest was a little annoyed at her.
Tempest and Sam had never had sex before, and he refused to get something started he wouldn't be able to finish, as he so often liked to put it.
All of Tempest's previous orgasms had come from her own doing, and they had been nothing like what she'd experienced in the chamber.
Once Tempest was out of the room, things began to move faster than she anticipated.
Mexyn spewed information that Tempest struggled to understand and commit to memory. She told her about the selection process and a little of what was to be expected of her.
Mexyn explained that there are only a few Omegas left on the planet, and with Tempest being a foreigner, there would likely be more than a few bystanders there just to gawk at her.
Tempest wasn't thrilled about that but figured as long as no one did anything to hurt her, she would deal with a few people staring.
Mexyn presented a few options for gowns for Tempest, and it was then that her brain completely stopped working.
"What the hell? What do you expect me to do with this?" Tempest reached forward and picked up one of the three nearly sheer, light pieces of fabric. They were all just simple square shapes. Mexyn had called them gowns, but there was no form to them. No seams nothing. Just fabric.
"You'll dress with them." Mexyn tilted her head as if she didn't understand what Tempest had an issue with.
"Firstly, they are all see-through. Second, and probably most important, none of them are finished."
"How can they be finished until you choose what you want?"
Tempest shook her head, still not understanding how the simple square of fabric would become a dress.
"Here, let me help you." Mexyn gestured to Tempest to step forward as she placed the corner of a burnt orange fabric against her skin.
It was soft, silk-like material. Tempest liked the feel of it, but the color completely clashed with her skin tone.
"No, this one isn't for you." Both Tempest and Mexyn shook their heads in agreement.
"This one." Mexyn smiled brighter than Tempest had ever seen as she pressed a golden fabric to Tempest's skin.
Tempest looked down at the fabric; again, it was a silk-like material. She had to admit that it did look good on her skin.
"What do you think?" Mexyn asked as she stepped away from Tempest.
"It's pretty." Tempest shrugged, reluctantly going along with what was happening.
"Wonderful. Now raise your device." Mexyn gestured to the dainty bangle on Tempest's arm. It was placed on her in the spa room. Mexyn told her it would be her way of navigating the world. To Tempest it still seemed more like a mini iPad, except it wasn't connected to any internet she'd ever seen. Still, she did what Mexyn asked and raised her hand, palm up, to wait for the screen to pop up.
"Now, wave the screen over your body." Mexyn directed, and Tempest slowly complied.
There was a soft beep, but nothing else happened.
Mexyn walked behind her, carefully draping the golden fabric on Tempest's body. There were two armholes that she didn't realize were there before. When it was done, the fabric hung on her like an open, long vest.
Tempest tried to pull the fabric together; she thought she could make a wrap dress—there was more than enough fabric.
"No, no, you don't have to do that. Patience." Mexyn smirked at her. "Pull up your screen again."
Tempest raised her hand again, but this time when she looked at the screen, there were several new options that hadn't been there before. Images of different styles of dress. Some way more elaborate than others. Even a custom tab.
Tempest hovered her finger over a simple-looking dress. Long, empire-waist with thick sleeves. It looked like a typical bridesmaid gown.
A dull light glowed around Tempest's body. "Oh crap! What's happening?" She dropped her hand and readied herself to rip the fabric off her skin.
"No, it's okay. Please calm down." Mexyn put her hands up to stop her but still didn't actively touch her.
Tempest's eyes grew wide as she peered down at her body as the fabric magically took shape. It fit her body perfectly and within seconds became the dress she had chosen on the screen.
It was the most flattering dress she had ever worn, and it had only taken seconds to make.
"Are you telling me I can choose anything from this tablet and this fabric will turn into it?"
Mexyn nodded. "That is, while you are here, part of the selection ceremony. When you choose a husband, a new device will be given to you, and you'll be able to choose based on your husband's income."
Tempest didn't like that at all. She had already been dependent on Sam on earth; now she was about to be forced to be dependent on another man on an alien planet.
Tempest didn't know how rich or poor this prospective husband would be. If she was only given free rein while she was here with Mexyn, she thought it only right that she go all out.
"Let's go shopping." Tempest waggled her eyebrows and lifted her hand again and swiped through the images.