Look back to the girl on your lap.

There's a certain threatening aura to the girl still perched just above your knees, though in more of a playful way than one to mean actual harm. Still, she's a creature with plenty of sharp points, as well as a mischievous hunger behind a pair of wide, glistening emerald eyes. Her skin is pale green--now shimmering wet by touch of the steamy hot water--with messy, much darker hair that just barely passes over her shoulders. Two additional limbs protrude out from her back of much the same shade, though instead of ending with hands, they form gradually into sword-like blades. She has pronounced fangs like a vampire, and two long thin antennae stick straight up from atop her head.

When she smiles, she grins wide, presenting two rows of deadly chompers as she snickers under her breath. While her extra limbs stretch out wide behind her back, she reaches down below the water and clutches your legs, perhaps to maintain balance as she leans in slightly closer--bare tits pressing subtly together, drawing down your eyes. Beads of moisture from the steam roll down her smooth, verdant skin. Cute, deep green nipples point up from perky breasts. She isn't huge, though the standard some at Castle Phoenix set is entirely unfair. If you brought someone like Eva back to Earth, she could become a super model like none other.

You keep one arm back still behind the dragon's rump. With your other, you reach forwards, and brush away loose, wet bangs stuck to the mantis' forehead. "So are you mounting me for a reason? If the water wasn't halfway covering our bodies like translucent pants, this would look a lot different."

"You're really cocky, huh?" she retorts. "Maybe I just like perching on things. And well, you're fun to be around. Like was said before, it's pretty comfy in here, even with your lecherous eyes looking me up and down all ****-like."

"Are you perhaps projecting a little?"

She peers at you through half-lidded eyes. Then she cleans closer, raising up both her hands from the water to clutch your skull. "It's dangerous to tease me. Didn't you know that mantises devour the head of their mate?"

Your eyes flicker down to the steam-coated water, though you can still barely make out the green silhouette of her lower half on your lap. You bring your free hand down, and gently caress it up past her knee, to her thigh, where you rub tenderly using your thumb--not quite reaching higher, though by a fidgeting she tries to hide, it seems she was hoping you might. "I thought that was a myth."

She opens her mouth slowly. At such close proximity, her teeth seem even sharper, and as her lips curl into a terrifying grin, a bead of drool runs down her lip, over her chin, and to your chest. "Would you take that risk?" she hisses.

You take the back of her neck and deliver to her a swift yet powerful blow to the heart. After pulling her in, you kiss her firmly on the lips, causing colour to flood her face and soften in your embrace. Her eyes flutter, and she whimpers softly. However, such a reaction doesn't last for long. Her grasp suddenly begins to tighten on your shoulders. As her heart starts racing, as do her feral instincts. She pushes you back up against the edge of the pool and returns the favour by devouring your lips. Her hips lift, and you reach down to grasp her ass and pull her in closer, which she gladly accepts.

"Uhm, Kyle. Something's weird," you hear Fang from elsewhere.

With a mantis girl's forehead pressed against yours, you aren't at liberty to see much else. You're a little distracted.

You hear splashing--moreso than before. Perhaps the others are playing a little too aggressively. But then others begin to speak up in a similar manner to Fang, and that's shortly before gasping, and sudden panic.

"A-Ariusia, hold on," you try and say.

"No," she says back, kissing you once again on the mouth.

"Mm! Hold on, I--Mmm!"

But then, her attention is **** away. Something pulls her from your lap. Much like a wild river, there's suddenly a current in the bath. Not only did it pull Ariusia away from you, but others are tumbling over and struggling to fight the churning water. You look first to Gwynevere, though it doesn't seem like this is her doing. She seems just as confused, though she's doing the best at holding her ground in the far corner. It seems everything is coming together directly in the center. Everybody does their best to back away, up against or on top of the edges of the pool.

Vyzia stands. She raises a hand, and her spear from near the doorway soars into her grasp with a weighted smack. "What's happening?" she asks.

Then the water begins to bulge. Something is rising up, through the wafting steam, like a slime taking shape upon the surface. A feminine shape gradually appears--a woman entirely made from water, including her hair flowing back like a waterfall. When the bath finally settles, it leaves behind the shape standing as if the water were a sheet of glass, with only a faint ripple emitting from her feet. It's the Lady of the Lake. Once those in the know realize, they settle, though that doesn't include the red dragoness.

"Speak your name!" Vyzia snaps.

"Hold on," you say before standing up from the underwater bench. "We know her. This is the elemental guardian of Crystal Lake. She's helped us in the past."

When the Lady speaks, her voice reverberates out as of speaking out from a deep, wide chasm. It's powerful, almost like you're hearing it within your mind, and of course she has no mouth anyhow. The only features on her figure are her glowing eyes. "I found you at last, Kyle Warren. So this is where you reside."

"Lady of the Lake. What brings you here?" you ask.

"I knew that you must have had bodies of water present where you lived. See, I slumbered for many years. I had no idea just how lonely I was until you and the others came to me, and we played. So lately I have grown bored. I decided I would try and seek out a means to come here. As you know, I have a connection to all bodies of water as long as I know where they may be. Many streams, above and under the ground, snake their way through the Pecho Peaks, like veins in a body. This must be your heart."

Vyzia lowers her weapon. "You have interesting allies, Kyle."

Peep flaps her wings. "So she's a woman who controls water?"

"As if," mutters Gwynevere with arms crossed just beneath her bust, perhaps to garner attention away from the newcomer. "To have mastery over the sea is leagues different than existing as simply an elemental."

"I do not control the water," the Lady corrects. "When I am present, I am the water. You are inside me as we speak."

The harpy looks down at the water with pink in her cheeks, suddenly frozen as if afraid to move. "Wh-What?"

As this continues, Meti sits down directly at your right, taking as similar albeit opposite position to the dragon who is now standing and still awaiting possible danger. The dark, smooth legs of the djinn dip down into the bath. By how closely she sits, her curvy hips briefly tap your shoulder, and her leg is so close that it nearly drifts over your lap beneath the water. You look up to see a young woman who appears rather different then usual--still stunningly gorgeous, though her hair is so rarely let down. Apparently some find her third eye repulsive, though it's merely a third of two which are already glistening and alluring to gaze upon. She's an exotic beauty, and of a people who are often hunted. Yet here she's so comfortable that she's willing to sit beside you entirely nude.

Your Kitty Sense still feels a sense of subtle nervousness when you're around her, though it's only weakened with time. You can't help but stare, though only briefly at her slender, dripping figure, before you look deeply into her eyes above.

"You don't seem all that surprised," you say.

"So this is how your allies entered the domain of Elok Daven... and no, I am not. Should I be?"

You smirk. "I guess not. You're a rare gem yourself." Then you turn your eyes back to the woman of water. "Well it's good to see you again, Lady of the Lake. Thanks again for your help before. If you'd like to visit, you'll always be welcome."

Though she doesn't possess the lips to smile, you can see it in her eyes, and feel it in her soul. She bows her head, and then sits down upon her knees, still atop the surface of the rippling water. The steam seems to move strangely, wrapping around her figure like serpents of mist, as others look upon her in wonder--some more than others. Though you look back to Meti.

"... You continue to ogle," says the djinn, parting back loose wet hairs from her forehead to tuck behind her pointed ear.

"I can't help it. Your eyes--"

"I understand."

"They're so beautiful."

She parts her lips to speak but no words escape. Her face flushes dark. "I see."