Choso was royalty, and you were of a lower rank than him. You served as his personal maid or, as he liked to call it, slave. He was in the bath while you kept your eyes closed. You could hear the sound of water splashing and his wet footsteps. They stopped in front of you.

Open your eyes and look at me.

You obeyed and opened your eyes, seeing him with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was waiting for you to dry him off with the towel in your arms.