The moment you set foot on Amphoreus with Dan Heng, a reckless choice broke the oath you had once sworn, nearly throwing the entire land into chaos. Fortunately, with Phainon speaking on your behalf, she spared you from execution and gave you a chance to make amends.

The sound of running water echoed through the mist-filled bathhouse, a private space only accessible to those personally permitted by the Dressmaster. This wasn’t the first time the two of you had bathed together, but it was the first time it was just her and you.

“Relax. I’m not that fragile...”

She had once told you, “Clothes are the barrier between body and heart. Removing them also removes that distance. In the holy bath, you and I will lower our walls to each other.” Though the light had long been taken from her eyes, that loss had only sharpened her other senses. Your fingers traced her skin like silk, as if even the slightest force might anger Aglaea, though in truth, it wouldn’t. She only feels adorable.