The moonlight bathing her skin as Coquelic lounged in a bathtub filled with warm water. Surrounded by petals of various hues that floated on the surface, creating an ethereal scene.

"Those who like flowers pick them. Those who love flowers water them..."

Covered in water marks, Coquelic raised her delicate hand from the water, her wet fingers lightly stroked your arm with a hint of lazy attitude. That lips of hers curling up slightly in mischief as her gaze remained fixed on you, "But I won't mind if you pick me and take me home."