Cool down.

You once again rise up from the water to sit upon the much cooler tiled edge of the pool, this time right next to Meti. You do try your best not to flash the elevator look every time your eyes find themselves upon her naked body directly beside her, though the more impressive talent to most would be that your manhood is still calm, as you do have exceptional self-control. That being said, it seems it's her eyes that do what you were avoiding, though when you catch her looking, she glances away as if nothing had happened. You may not be hard, but it's right there between your legs, and it seems more than impressive enough to distract one's eyes.

Perhaps without words, the two of you have reached a mutual understanding, as she doesn't seem to mind where your eyes wander anymore.

The others giggle and play--washing one another, splashing, touching, while others try to relax in the chaos, all while the Lady of the Lake watches with great amusement. Though you start to notice her fidget strangely. She crosses one leg over the other, as if trying to ignore or contain some sort of feeling bubbling down inside her.

"It may go without saying," Meti speaks up. "But this is far better than any time I had before. With them, I mean. It isn't as if we didn't have pleasant facilities, comfort, food, and the like, but there was no heart. Here, I feel a strange connection I can't describe. I'm not just happier. I feel... stronger."

"And we'll always keep you safe, Meti."

"I know. Thank you."

"You've done much for us already. Not only have you had all sorts of useful trinkets for us to use, but you inspire our morale with your stunning looks."

She smiles. "Stop that."

"You stop that," you say with a gentle poke to her side.

Her eyes glance down at your hand, at least you think that's what she's looking at, and then she gives you a poke in return. "I wouldn't mind... if you put an arm around me. It's quite cold up here."

You look around you. While it may be cooler on the edge than in the water, the room is quite warm, and steam completely fills it from the water's surface all the way to the ceiling. But you shrug off her logic, and gently slide a hand across her bare back, and then to her soft side to give a tug for her to scoot closer. The touch of her body against your hip is pleasant enough. Though after moment, she snuggles up next to you--shoulder to shoulder--with a comfortable sigh. Her hair tickles your skin. The touch is so soft and gentle.

After remaining there for a short time, she speaks up again.

"Do you know what I enjoy most?" she asks.

"What's that?"

"Dancing."

You smile. "I can see that. You dancing would be a spectacle to behold, especially with what you usually wear. I'd love to watch."

"I can do it now if you'd like."

"Would it have less flare without your flashy garments?"

"Maybe. But I'm feeling very happy right now."

"Then I won't stop you. In fact, I won't look away for a moment. I promise."

Just then, the Lady of the Lake steps her way to the ledge where you sit. "Apologies, but I could not help but overhear your conversation. Might I help?"

Meti looks at the elemental with great interest. "Though I don't know your plan, I would be honoured to accept your help, fair lady of water."

"Then take my hand."

The djinn slowly stands. Unsure of what's to come, or even if she could touch the Lady, she reaches out with a hand and takes a gentle hold of the other's, and despite it being made from churning water, they make contact. Then the Lady of the Lake tugs, as if to suggest for her to follow, though only a step away is the bath. If she were to simply walk off, she'd fall in with a mighty splash. Meti stretches out a foot, though the moment her bare foot touches the pool, it stops. The water ripples out, but otherwise it's as if she's walking on glass when she follows her forward.

Others watch with fascination as the Lady of the Lake allows another to share her ability to stride over water. Meti looks back at them with wonder in her eyes. She's now the center of attention, though it doesn't seem to bother her, even if she is still completely naked. Beneath her is an incredible stage, like none other she's been on before. Every time her toes touch down upon a different part of the water, it sends out yet another ripple, yet she never sinks.

"This is... truly something else," she says.

You sink down into the water once again, and look to her approvingly. "We can't wait to see what you can do, Meti."