Everybody clean up

"Ah, ease off, that hurts!"

"Come now, sweet pea, you've never been good about taking your baths. I thought you'd grown out of this."

"What I've grown out of was you bathing me, mother!" Tina snatched the luffa out of her mother's hand and let the soap suds run over her back. "Even if we have to share the tub, I'm perfectly capable of washing myself."

Hilda sighed. "I know, I just... I missed bath time with you. You were so cute when we used to take baths together, the way you would always splash around and play with Mister Tootsie-"

"MOM!" Tina turned around, blushing profusely. "My husband is right there!" She turned to L'Abbee, who was washing his chest with his own sponge and trying fruitlessly to hold back his chuckles.

"So, um.. who's Mister Tootsie?"

Tina fumed, but her mother either didn't notice or didn't seem to care, as she answered, "Oh, he was the cutest little rubber duck, he had a dapper little top hat and a can under his wing. Tina wouldn't have bath time without him for the longest time. Actually, did you ever stop bringing him into the bath with you?"

"Of course I did!" Tina declared, slamming her fist into the water's surface defiantly. "I'm 18, mother. I don't play with toys."

"That's odd, because I could have sworn I saw him on your bedside table the night you left. He was still wet, if I recall." Hilda snickered. "Did you perhaps want to play pretend at a handsome gentleman saving you from naked peril? Mister Tootsie was rather handsome, I'll admit."

Unable to form a proper response, Tina simply pressed her hands together and sprayed her mother with a fountain of bath water. "Now who's wet?"

"I was already wet dear." Hilda wiped the water from her eyes and smiled. "We're in the bath, remember?"

Tina just huffed and sank her head into the water, blowing bubbles under the water's surface and pouting at her mother's unimpeachable logic.

L'Abbee, unable to comment, simply smiled at the two women teasing each other, a small part of him missing the days of his old party. They'd bicker in much the same way most of the time, and sometimes he'd even put himself in the middle. They'd get heated, but eventually they'd all laugh and go back to robbing the rich and making themselves richer. Sure, he was happy with his new life with his wife, for the most part, but he supposed you couldn't take the bandit out of the man at the end of the day. "Ladies," He interjected into the teasing, which had turned into a full blown water fight by now. "We're the both of you just talking about how we needed to get cleaned and go to bed?"

Both women blushed, their hands cupping water, before nodding and letting the water fall back into the tub. "Perhaps I still act like a child too much." Tina mumbled, ashamedly. "But I'm going to change that. I'm going to make my own fortune, just like my ancestors, mother. It may not be the way I expected, but I'm going to make you proud of me, just you wait."

Hilda held her hands to her mouth, her eyes tearing up, before swimming to her daughter and wrapping her arms around her, squishing Tina's face between her breasts. "I know you will, baby girl. You've always made me proud."

"Fank u, mob." Tina mumbled, her voice caught between her mother's skin and the water.

As the three tramps soaped themselves up, letting the dirt and sweat from their rough day wash off of them, their stresses also faded away. As Hilda let the water run through her hair, she forgot her circumstances (penniless, homeless, and naked) and was back at the keep, lounging in her luxurious bathroom with Hunk and their servants. Tina and L'Abbee also felt their own worries wash out of them with the dirt and sex. Really, a bath did wonders for not just the body, but the mind as well.

"Well, I suppose we've been in here long enough." Hilda declared after about an hour of well-deserved bathing. "My fingers are about as pruny as they're going to be, so I'd say it's time we called it a night. Do you two agree?"

The lovebirds, who had spent the last ten minutes or so running their hands and occasionally their sponges over each other's more intimate parts (for cleanliness, of course), reluctantly pulled themselves away from one another. "Yes, I suppose one can have too much of a good thing." Tina agreed. "Let us disembark and ready ourselves for bed."

L'Abbee was the first one out, as he hurried over to his robe, which had been certain would have blown away or set itself on fire by now, and folded it in his hands. "I don't understand why you're so concerned about that thing, dear." Tina said as she climbed out herself, water cascading off of her perfect ass and legs. "We'll have more suitable clothes in no time."

"You may be confident in that, my dear," L'Abbee replied as he let himself dry off, "but I'd rather keep as many options don't eh table as possible."

Tina simply shrugged and she stretched herself out on a stack of hay, leaving room for her lover to join her. "Whatever you say. I for one am exhausted. We'll have to save ourselves for tomorrow, okay darling?"

"Fine by me." The drow said as he laid himself out next to her, now dressed in his robe.

Hilda smiled as the two spouses curled up next to one another, her daughter shivering slightly in the cold barn. Seeing her in all her glory made Hilda shiver herself, but unfortunately there didn't seem to be any cloths to drape over either of them. Oh, well, she'd faced harsher conditions. Perhaps she'd simply have to warm herself up through other means.

Hilda smiled as she sank into her own hay pile, naughty thoughts of both the fun her children would get up to and what she'd let her husband do to her once this detour was over sending her into blissful euphoria as she drifted off.