[ She giggles when he smacks her ass, blowing him a kiss before she goes her own way too, drawing them a bath that starts simpleβ water in a copper tubβ but quickly becomes something elaborate and beautiful, lavender-scented (and colored) water topped with piles of smooth, soft bubbles, candles lined across the side shelf. Next to them, a bottle of water-safe massage oil.
She's just finished running the water when Wriothesley steps into the bathroom, and for a moment Navia stares at him, shock widening her eyes. ]
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[ "Does this make my ass look big?" he asks then, and she bursts into peals of melodic laughter, standing from where she was leaning over the bath to wind her arms around his waistβ even getting a small revenge on before as her fingers cup his ass and squeeze. ]
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She's just finished running the water when Wriothesley steps into the bathroom, and for a moment Navia stares at him, shock widening her eyes. ]
Wrβ
[ "Does this make my ass look big?" he asks then, and she bursts into peals of melodic laughter, standing from where she was leaning over the bath to wind her arms around his waistβ even getting a small revenge on before as her fingers cup his ass and squeeze. ]
Only in the best of ways, Monsieur, I assure you.