Vladimir was meticulous about his personal habits. He watched as the spa bath slowly filled with warm water, and as little droplets of witch hazel swirled through the water. Vladimir then poured a quarter of a vial of peppermint essence into the bath. The witch hazel would mollify his exhausted skin, the peppermint oil wafted into the atmosphere, invigorating and stimulating his mind, refreshing his lungs and vitalising his organs.

From his suite's drawing room flooded the voice of Yoshikazu Mera, the Japanese counter-tenor. Vladimir had a large classical collection, Yoshikazu Mera he considered the king of counter tenors. As Vlad sank into the steaming water, Yoshikazu's voice ebbed and soared as he sang a traditional Japanese Song Of Dusk - For The Night To Receive The Dead...

Vladimir knew only that he had to find a decent place to eat, that was open late, with fresh supplies in a quiet, outdoors area. London was proving a little difficult, since that Chongo villain had entered the piece. Vladimir settled in, his skin softening in the soft water, his fingertips wrinkling, his muscles relaxing.
There was no point going to pubs or clubs, they were too crowded. Vald needed night, and he needed somewhere.. discreet. Glastonbury, perhaps?

For some time he lay back, as the jets of water bubbled and pulsated around his long elegant limbs. Vladimir sucked the juices of his own mouth, as the haunting caramel tones ebbed and flowed in and out of his spirit. As he listened, he imagined Mera's disembodied head floating above him, with bloody entrails dripping from his severed neck, while the glorious, incandescent song soared from Mera's divine lips..... . . .