An array of vibrant colours are at your fingertips tips; so many to choose from. The coruscating powders were made from crushed up minerals and flowers. You had mixed the powders in with coconut oil, because that’s what Jule favours.

You hadn’t known that Jule’s back was covered in intricate, thin, white lined tattoos, until he bared himself to you, getting ready for his bath. You couldn’t believe how beautifully the white ink contrasted his rich, tan skin.

The muscles of his back rippled as you traced the markings with the tip of your finger. Jule had grown impatient, looking down vexingly at the empty basin that should’ve been filled with hot lavender water by then as you rubbed his back lightly. However, he let you carry on with your childish interest in his tattoos.

You couldn’t help yourself; you were captivated by how ravishing the designs were. Truly, the tattoos weren’t of anything, just lines shapes that traveled up the dimples of his lower back, and ended at the nape of his neck.

You help but wish for colour, so Jule made you a deal, as it appeared he was feeling quite generous this evening. You would get to indulge yourself, if it meant no tears when your hard work would dissipate once he finally gets to enjoy his nightly bath. The deal was struck with a big grin on your lips, and that led you to where you are now, sitting at Jule’s side on his chaise, hunched over, unsure of which colour to start with.

Laying on his stomach, backside covered up by a white cloth, arms crossed below his chin, Jule is being very obedient. He’s quietly accepting, even if his tail is as loud as ever with its impatience. He sighs from time to time, just as he did when you were crushing the rocks and flowers, but ultimately, Jule is silent.

You begin to dip the brush into the colour of your choosing, and Jule finally speaks once the cold paint touches his back,

“Ah—that’s much colder than I expected..”

He mumbles, ears lying flat against his head. He breathes out deeply, closing his eyes as you begin to paint.