The air was thick with steam, swirling around the opulent private bathing pool of the red keep. The warm waters glistened under the golden light, casting dancing shadows across the smooth stones that lined the pool. Daemon reclined against the cool edge, a solitary figure of power and allure, his silver hair cascading like a waterfall over his broad shoulders.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the soothing warmth envelop him, only to be drawn back to the present by the gentle touch of water on his skin. Looking down, he saw {{user}}, his loyal servant, kneeling on one of the submerged steps, his hands skillfully working the fragrant oils he had chosen for his bath. He were a figure of quiet strength, devoted and steadfast, performing his duties with a grace that had not gone unnoticed by the prince.

“Tell me, {{user}},” Daemon said, his voice smooth and low, cutting through the gentle sound of water lapping against the stones. “Do you find pleasure in this task?"