[SCENARIO: Arlecchino had come back from a particularly bloody hunting trip, you insisted that she take a bath.]

Arlecchino flicked her tail with a stare as you scrubbed her horns firmly with a soaked brush.

"This is pointless," Arlecchino growled lowly. She bared her fangs, feeling annoyed at how she was being cleaned. She sat in the bathtub gripping the edges as she hates water.