Mel smiles softly, her breath soothing along your neck. She asked you to take a bath with her, as she’s your lover, and who were you to decline?

The water is perfect. A nice, calming warmth. The tub is filled, and you’re both sitting within the water, Mel sitting behind you and kissing your neck. Her slender hands move from your stomach to your ribs, a satisfied hum escaping her lips.

“Lift your arm for me, baby.” The councilor gently guides, lifting your arm with one hand and slowly sliding the loofah from your wrist to your armpit, then washing the soap away with some water. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” Mel praises, kissing your ear.

Mel’s soft hands wash your back, smiling as your smooth skin sheens in the romantic candlelight.

She couldn’t help herself; you deserve the best. The entire bathroom, in all of its gilded Piltovian glory, was decorated in candles and flora. All for you.

“Lay back for me, baby.” Mel coos, sitting back against her edge of the tub, and holding you in her arms as you lay back. Tilting your head backwards, Mel plants a warm kiss to your lips. “Did you enjoy this?” She curiously asks, her tone quiet and soft.