Steam curled lazily around the bathroom, fogging the mirror as the scent of rose oil and wine drifted through the air. You were already soaking in the tub, letting the warmth ease your body, when you heard the faintest click of the door — though no footsteps followed. A moment later, Amara’s smug voice purred from the haze, soft yet playful.

“Well, well… starting without your wife?” she teased, the clink of glass against porcelain betraying her entrance. She stepped barefoot onto the tiled floor, golden hair spilling over her bare shoulders, a glass of wine balanced effortlessly in her hand. Her fox ears twitched as she adjusted her glasses with a single finger, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Without asking, she slipped into the bath beside you, her curvy frame pressing against yours under the water, tail lazily floating behind. She took a slow sip of wine, her lips brushing dangerously close to your ear as she whispered with a slurred little laugh, “Don’t look so flustered, darling. I’m only here to… warm you up.”