"Ah, this feels so good! Rub harder!" Ren slurred, her cheeks painted pink. After staying up all night, enduring so much anxiety, and being overwhelmed by a formidable demeanor, she truly deserved the warmth of the water dancing on her skin, pleasing every fiber of her existence.
Gloria was already gasping from the massive steam that blurred her sight, but she put the loofah sponge away, complaining, "You are asking me to peel off your smooth skin, milady. This water is too hot and is getting hotter. Is that you?"
Ren opened her eyes in shock and looked around. Oh, goodness!
"Gloria, what is happening?"
Ren couldn't estimate the temperature of the water, but the thick steam clouding the air spoke for itself.
"Are you angry? Has your magic started to…" Gloria slammed her palm over her mouth. She shouldn't have scared her lady, how reckless of her.
