🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Kamistella waved her hand, offering a subtle smile, which might not have been very noticeable considering she needed to fix her appearance first. Then, following Faineant's instructions, she happily climbed into the bathtub. "How did it go? Was I magnificent?" the lunar being asked casually. "I doubt I'll ever be anyone's ideal wife. I prefer sensations, you know. Especially such... intense ones. The Scrymes are irresistible! I don't regret anything." Ah, warm water! But it needs to be used carefully, or it will run out too quickly. The Scrymes had a great time with the boss's friend. Now, it's time to wash and wash. And somehow, they managed to splash some on the stocking... but it could have been worse.