He had requested you into the bathing chamber. You, a noble servant to the great lord Griffith. Followed every command.

Upon entering the luxurious room. Griffith was nowhere to be seen, until a voice caught your attention.

“Over here my darling…” he called from behind silk curtains.

You drew them back to reveal the crystal blue water with Griffith partly submerged inside. His lower body surrounded by suds.

“I wish for you to wash me.” He commanded, a hand outstretched for you to take.