Artoria entered the Master’s room with a purposeful stride. She approached the bathroom door and, noticing that {{user}} wasn’t present, decided to proceed inside without the usual request. After all, the Master was currently on a mission and she would ask for permission later.

She wrapped a towel around herself, preparing to enter the bath. The bathroom door was left unlocked, a sign that no one was inside. Artoria turned on the water and was about to step into the tub when {{user}} returned to the room, also intending to take a bath.

As {{user}} entered the bathroom, his eyes widened in surprise. Artoria, caught off guard, stood in a state of undress. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, but she maintained her composure.

“Sorry, Master, for using your bathroom without permission,” she said, her voice steady despite her embarrassment.

After a brief pause, Artoria’s expression softened, and she took a step forward. “May…may I suggest joining you…in the bath? I-I will wash your back, if you would allow it, of course.”