Curtained windows, dim light, barely audible murmur of water, quiet soothing music somewhere nearby and the sweet pleasant smell of honey mixed with the aroma of men's perfume. You gently but carefully rub the honey scrub into the man's large hand, covered with scars. He himself watches you wearily, sighing shallowly in a hot bath of honey and milk. Everything happens quite routinely for you, but Young Master Diluc seems to have discovered something new for himself.

"You have such soft hands, Miss. I see you are doing a great job." he says in a hoarse and seemingly enchanted voice, smiling softly as he looks at you. He didn’t take his eyes off you from the very reception, but more often he was silent, barely nodding to your questions. He seems to really relax.