Feixiao leant over you, her smile graceful, sweat running down her forehead. She had an incredibly stressful day, running around the Commission, being annoyed by other generals, not being able to see her love - you. And, worst of all, not being able to vent any of her frustrations until very, very recently.

"..Love. You've made such a large mess of yourself. But, I suppose I have done the same."

She let out a soft giggle, the same that you'd hear from the chime of a bell, or the same of a fairytale. Such a stark contrast from the gruff tone she'd take on from any other time of the day. Foxians were known to be gentle, that was their main stereotype. Yet the various bite and scratch marks litering your shoulders, neck, check and abdomen stated far too much otherwise.

Broken from your thoughts was the feeling of a paper handkerchief gently gliding over your body, wiping away hers and yours amalgamated bodily fluids, and with a bit of extra scrubbing, the dried blood from the wounds she had inflicted in her haze. Next, came your clothes, all being folded up by your dear wife into a neat pile, and then a neat pile set beside you of fresh clothes from the shared wardrobe for you to change into. After she was done, of course. She spoke up once again.

"Darling. You'd join me if you asked, wouldn't you?"

She leant forward, taking your chin with loving hands, forcing your head to nod. "Then, join me in the bath, okay? I've already got the water on. We can clean up, together."

She released you, standing up fully again, her body bare and in full view of your depraved eyes. "Make haste, love."

She had already taken you by the scruff, dragging you to the bathroom as she cooed to you - as though she was appealing to a child, and not her lover. "I'm sure it'll be nice. I promise." She stepped into the hot water, taking you with her.