Luckily, there's a convenient seating section in the bath.

One of the corners of the bath had a section of stepped floor heights, perfect for Lia and I to sit and relax in, fully submerged in the heated water, side by side.

“S-so, which s-soap do you want?” Lia asked, looking like she wouldn’t want to move to get any.

“Oh y’know, one of them, it’s only a narrow collection.” I sarcastically say, ready to stand up and pick one that looks the most interesting.

“Oh, well in that c-case…” she responds, taking a jar from the bath’s edge, “…you just stay still and I will bring them to you!” A shy smile spreads across her face as she does just that, twisting in her seat to hold the jar toward me. She was just enough out of the water that I could see her nipples as she squished her cleavage together. She probably didn’t even notice it.

Inhaling deeply, this one reminded me of a strong mint scent, something that I definitely wouldn’t prefer. “Do you use this one much? It doesn’t look very depleted, and it’s really damn strong. I think we find something nicer.” I say, watching her agree.

“Yeah, it feels really good, but it is still really strong. How about this one?” She says, spinning on the spot and trading the jar for a glass bowl. This one had deep groves in the soap, and was mostly used.

Sniffing it, I inhaled pure fruit. It was the same smell Lia had been wearing before everything went awry. Asking about it, I recall some of the events from earlier, making me blush, “What is this one? I remember smelling it… And tasting it, I think? Anyway, I love it.”

“Oh, th-this is peach! It’s umm… peaches are very tasty so y-yes. I wear this scent often…” She says, her voice fading slightly.

“Ah, but you aren’t wearing it anymore right? At least I can’t smell it… Oh wait, you had one picked before didn’t you?” I remembered.

“Ah! Yes!” Lia said, suddenly excited. Laughing at her rush to put down the peach soap, she quickly waded over to closed pot she’d had her hands on from before, her ass bouncing in the water with the effort. Plucking it from the perch it sat on, she turned around and rushed back over, splashing me with a small wave as she presented it for me to smell.

“Is this… a sort of rose?” It was flowery and somehow delicate, not strong, but still very much present. A curious mix, but lovely, and now that I remember, perfect for my date with Ari later.

“Yes! It’s the essence of pure crimson roses apparently, but I know it’s actually made from pink roses. The colours can be bled out during the process, or altered, like this one. It’s so nice though! It’s my favourite middle ground soap, just the right level of…” she trailed, continuing to explain to me the ins and outs of this particular soap.

I listened to her for a minute, amusing myself with the fact that I am currently talking to a highly skilled medic, naked, in her rich pond size bathtub, about her soap, and all instead of just walking out of here. This trip to the city has been quite eventful so far, and I haven’t even gotten to go on a date yet. What has my life become in just a couple days...

Interrupting Lia about the ‘smell when it’s freshly mixed’, I take the pot and speak up, “So what you’re saying is that it’s your favourite? Then it's the one I'll be using.”

She sputters for a moment before resorting to a flushed nodding.

Dipping one hand into the pot, I come out with a scoop of the surprisingly soft soap, handing the pot back to her. She takes it hesitantly, looking between me and the pot. Ultimately, it seems she decided to hold it for me, sitting there facing me while she waited patiently. A little surprised, I stand up and begin going down my body, working on my arms next. The sight seems to catch Lia in a trance, though I imagine most of it is my tits bouncing around in front of her.

Dipping my hand back in the pot, I comment on her behaviour, moving to lather my tits up next, “Aren’t you being a good girl for me. Like a dutiful maid to her master, hm?” I muse at her. She bites her lip and nods, barely focusing. The smell of the soap hung in the air heavily from how much I’d applied.

Obviously, she had just a little more energy in her today, what a horny elf it seems Lia is. Ignoring her for a moment, I lather up my stomach too, showing off just a little in an effort to get my entire front soapy for what I’d like to do next. Lia’s looking at me with obvious desire, and I decide to prolong my stay just a bit longer. Another quickie should be fine.

Giving her another order, that sultry tone I used before comes back to me.