“I’m sure there’s magic on it to keep the heat from going away,” he gave a sudden remark, in turn making her face stop and look at him once again, somewhat surprised. “The basket with potatoes had it, at least,” he added, to which she simmered down.

  “I’m hungry. Enough for you?” She asked instead, with a vaguely raised eyebrow.

  “Ah, of course, let’s finish the meal,” he said, staggering slightly before following her.

  In a few steps, he quickly joined the lady who already sat down. Only resuming her dinner as he placed himself comfortably around the fair cloth, he did the same, starting to steadily eat the warm contents atop the plate.

  Eating away as the music played, it didn’t take both of them too long to finish the rest of it, even the thick sticks of bread going away. So, they eagerly went towards the next bottle, having finished both of their glasses at nearly the same time.

  Pour after pour, as their breaths lingered around the place, their hearts seemed to hesitate in calming down, the skin glistening repeatedly under the direct light from above. Though, they didn’t care, refilling their fluids constantly.

  Pressing the dirty rims of her glass against her smeared lips, Zyponia looked down at the glass, her vision swirling ever so faintly. Turning to the side, she looked at the opened, second bottle, lying against the white cloth dropped. A red droplet tainted the table, nothing left inside the glass.

  Then, she looked ahead of herself, at the man fidgeting around with his tie, sweat covering his forehead. Biting herself on the corner of her lips, she kept thinking for a while, eventually deciding to finally stand up. However, having done so a bit too quickly, she stumbled , swiftly catching herself by the arms of the chair.

  Again, looking at the man that tried to move and help her, she released a collected breath, directed solely at him. “We’re a bit drenched, aren’t we?” She said, careful not to slip under the heavy sight across.

  “Yes?” He asked, raising his eyebrows lazily.

  “Lutiel, do you want to wash up?” She suggested with an inviting face, which made the man contort a bewildered expression. Still, pondering on it not too long after feeling the clinging sweat, he raised his voice along with his body.

  “Eh, why not?” He spoke whilst Zyponia nodded with a shy smile, grabbing onto her glass along with the unopened bottle. Following in her ways despite wondering why, Lutiel also took hold of his glass before wandering into the allure of darkness surrounding them.

  Closely by her figure, a few steps behind the girl, he walked all the way towards the doors. Keeping the eyes glued upon the lady, he didn’t miss any of her movements. With an invisible prod along the entrance since her hands were kept busy, the wood opened inwardly without any assistance, closing away only when he left the space.

  Through the crystal lamps intermittently illuminating the corridor, they walked through perturbation, sometimes staggering before a rash step unfolded to correct their balance. The occurrence was still rare under their mostly straight gait, but nevertheless, they helped each other once their partner walked too confidently.

  Before long, with the glass in his right hand, he watched the smudgy, pale door in front of him, only to gaze to the lady’s side. “Please go first, I will wash after-,” he said with a stable tongue, however, it quickly rolled back as Zyponia’s finger disturbed the softness of his lips.

  Looking at him with a somewhat solemn glance, her eyebrows furrowed. “What are you talking about?” She asked, clearly agitated. “Come inside, together.” She emphasized at the end. “We can’t waste water like that.”

  Although a bewildered expression fiddled along his face, Lutiel didn’t question it for long, his ears ringing with the hinges playing out. Staring ahead as her backside wriggled inside the bathroom of her floor, he followed inside before a muggy breath started assaulting him, along with the sound of gushing fluid splashing and scattering inside the steaming bath.

  However, forgetting to take focus in the tub that started to fill itself up before they had gone inside, he instead kept his attention around the chime from the side. Putting the bottle and glass on the floor, she promptly stepped ahead, stopping in place as the straps atop her shoulders came loose.

  Using her hands to remove them, they flowed down by themselves once the dress began to skid across her skin, interrupted softly by her bottom, which promptly revealed itself before the man.

  Sewn through a dark purple, lace fabric, strikingly in contrast to her skin, he couldn’t help peering through the bitty gaps along the surface. Though, thankfully for the servant, he wasn’t able to see anything from the position she placed herself to him.

  Yet, as the head churned continuously, it stopped all of a sudden, the eyes reflecting Zyponia’s bare figure, the undergarments dropping down together with the dress. Lutiel turned his head away quickly, his eyelids wrinkling after shutting them tight.

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  However, beneath the sound of rash liquid, he swiftly heard a rousing laughter spread, directly reverberating inside his ears. Though, still with a closed face, he didn’t move in the slightest, simply imagining her naked body moving together with the steps she was swiftly making.

  “You can open your eyes now,” she said meekly amongst the flow of water, making him follow the words. No longer envisioning the world ahead of him, Lutiel stared back at the tub, only to see the girl’s purple hairs flow down her chest to cover certain areas, dampened near their ends.

  Sat along the side of the tub, she easily faced the man the girl walked in here with. “What are you waiting for? Come inside,” she said, only fueling the concern both inside and outside of him.

  “I don’t think this is a good idea, I will just wait outside,” he spoke back, already headed over for the handle, only to realize that the door didn’t budge in the slightest, somehow shut from beyond.

  With a giddy smile around her face that he could witness once turning back, he simply sighed at her next words. “Just hop inside and wash yourself,” she said ever so casually, but the man, despite the alcohol coursing through his heart, remained somewhat rational.

  “I don’t know,” he muttered, however, before he could even feel it, the buttons around attire popped out on their own, anywhere they were. Meanwhile, the belt around his pants started to unravel away from the loops.

  Looking down at the image with sprawled out arms, the jacket started to give way from his body. In the end, he couldn’t help but inhale deeply in the end, swiftly helping the magical hand. Turning around for his back to face Zyponia, he easily got rid of the fabric lying on him, from the jacket down to shirt, they all quickly fell upon the tiled floor, soon surrounded by the rest of the costume and the glass sitting there.

  Almost fully naked, he tossed the shoes away with his feet, getting rid of the socks as well before briskly moving his hands down around his groin, covering the flesh trying to spill out, with varying effects. Nevertheless, mostly covered, he turned around before witnessing his lady practically glaring at his crotch, only stopping when she seemed to have reminded herself and moved the sight up to his chest.

  Arriving briskly near the metallic tub, he didn’t wait much to submerge himself in the waters, on the side near the faucet. Although it wasn’t frantically large, the bath still easily fitted the two of them once they crossed their legs. With only the feet touching, there was still an empty area in the middle while looking through the translucent waters, nothing added into the waters.

  The two of them could witness nearly all, especially the man. Unlike the hiding him, the lady in front didn’t really try to cover anything, yet she always looked into his eyes once he traveled down to the purple area around her secret parts.

  Instead, she mostly focused on the bottle of wine she placed near the running faucet, along with the two glasses. Having already transported his glass, Zyponia didn’t wait long before indulging. Since most of the bath had been filled out, a peaceful quietness resounded in the room while the faucet died out.

  And once it did, a new source of a stream took over the place, the opened bottle of wine emptying its contents down to the glass.

  Yet, this time, there was no care in measures, simply eyeing the alcohol to split it evenly across the two people. Tossing it back to the corner where darkness encroached similarly to her bedroom, the bottle didn’t ring out as if it shattered. No noise ever came back from its landing.

  Quickly looking back ahead of herself, Zyponia took both of the nearly full glasses before handing Lutiel’s one to him.

  “Thank you,” he uttered slowly, glancing subtly at the glass full of deep red substance. The girl in front of him didn’t hesitate, already taking a swig out of it, seemingly prompting him to do the same. No longer as sharp around the tongue, it flowed smoothly down his throat before he reluctantly took his lips off the rims.

  Exhaling slightly, he quickly looked ahead of him, following the bead of sweat rolling down Zyponia’s nose before bending the water's surface. The promptly rosy tint around her face from all the alcohol she had delivered to her system seemed to only intensify beneath the warm bath.

  Flushed with a brisk red as well, Lutiel wasn’t spared from the reactions, fighting off the glimmering waves around his vision with pure thoughts. Nevertheless, staring at the girl that sipped the glass silently, his eyes lingered around the soft lips bending from cushioning the glass. No longer covering his special area with both hands, he sipped occasionally with the marked one, glancing constantly at his lady.

  Of course, despite her focus on the drink, she wasn’t so oblivious as to not notice his intense glare. So, stopping suddenly, she parted the lips he stared so much at. “Do you like looking at me?” She asked clearly, yet the question made him linger for a while, his mind fumbling from the abruptness.

  “Eh? Ah, why do you ask?” He couldn’t ask calmly, hesitating himself before the brash tongue.

  “Why? I like looking at you, so I wondered if you’re the same,” she said with a coy smile around her, awaiting a response while some of the wine drifted off into her mouth.

  “Yes?” He asked, somewhat fuddled at the words. “You like looking at me, my lady? Why?” The question drilled itself within her ears, his troubled image bouncing off the waters in her eyes.

  “Yes, you say? I’m glad,” she spoke softly, looking deeply into him whilst smiling brightly. “If you want your answers, how about you give you a question as well? It’s a fair deal, don’t you think?” She spoke to him, quickly receiving a nod from the front.

  “I’m first, then. I guess your image was partly why I bought you, along with the strength you boasted,” she said, suffocating him in puzzlement.

  “Image? My face, you mean?” He asked to make sure, her head going up and down subtly to confirm his doubts.

  “Of course, I’m sure the demons in town send you so many glares not because you’re a slave, but from your handsome face,” she spoke with a light smile before quickly continuing. “Now, it's my turn for a question. Which part of me do you like looking at?” She asked straight to the point, with a grin garnering most of her beauty.

  Immediately, she put the man into a stun, giggling at his boggled face. However, seeing as he couldn’t decide, she quickly lowered her eyesight down to a certain part of herself before grasping the long hairs covering the chest. “Let me help you,” she spoke whilst uncovering the sight of her bare nipples, glaring at him with their cusped, rounded ends.