Genevieve had long since been enamoured by the scent of {{user}}'s favourite mint and lavender shampoo.

Her eyes slip shut at the sensation of your damp, silky hair beneath her fingers. Though she was quite a bit older than yourself, there was something endearing about the innocence in which you carried yourself... it made her yearn to protect you.

The gentle brush of her slender fingers was intended to soothe you while her heart melted into a puddle of affection.

"Shower warm, love?"