Soak in the tub.

You rest your rump down against the shallow seat beneath the steamy surface of the pool, at the opposite end from the door. The water reaches your upper chest, and you can immediately feel the intense heat burn away the filth from your skin. The wispy white clouds which waft up from the surface glisten by the light of the magic lanterns nearby. You pull your hand slowly through the crystal clear water, back and forth, before you cup water between your palms, lift them from the bath, and pour it all back over your head. You run your fingers back long the flattened brown hair with a sigh of relief.

After a moment of resting your body, you stand back up from the water and slap your bare feet along the stone tiles to a shelf of bathing supplies. There you retrieve some soap and a cloth, and then return back to the pool.

Bubbles form around you as you lather your body and scrub it clean. After ringing out the cloth, your attention is taken by a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" you ask.

"Lady Nyllia Tesgella, at your service, my lord," comes the voice in response. She speaks so formally, like a true knight and hero, though there's a hint of something else in her tone that causes a tingle down your spine.

Not only is Nyllia a gorgeous elf, but she's famous, not just to the world of adventurers, but to those who look up to them for safety. She's beautiful, strong, and experienced. You still remember when you first met her--how everybody ceased what they were doing to watch as she entered the Adventurer's Guild. It was like a celebrity, or perhaps a superheroine, had just walked in. You were excited but absolutely shocked when you were given the chance to work beside her. Compared to your own party at the time, it seemed she actually had all her ducks in a row. She and her party worked perfectly in tandem, and that wasn't even her first or only group she travelled with during her career. Nyllia is a dangerous combination of charisma and power.

Yet she yearned for something. When one is **** to be nothing but righteous and formal every waking hour in the public's eye, one may understandably start to crave something a little more uncouth. She's still a mortal woman after all. She has dreams and ambitions, and she has desires. She's also certainly had to deal with an abundance of those full of themselves, or people in power she had to **** herself to respect even if they didn't deserve it. It seems that ever since she joined with you, she's been happier--less tense, more herself.

"Come in," you respond. "Do you need something?"

The door turns open slowly. The first thing you see is her silver boot, and then the rest of her glistening, radiant armour comes into view. While certainly a more modest outfit than many you've seen, there's still something so alluring about how she presents herself. Confidence aside, the suit hugs her figure in a way that's almost liquid. The metal is thin yet hardy, and always polished to the point of near reflection. At her thighs the armour ceases, showing her smooth, pale thighs, before the metallic silver begins again above her knees and down to her feet.

After nudging the door shut, she steps closer to the tub's edge. Her flawless skin appears even more striking under the glow of magic lights. Her long, pink hair flows as light as feathers, tickling over the paladin's armour as she moves, and her cute, long, elven ears which protrude through the sides. When she reaches the ledge, she stops and eyes you over closely from the opposite end of the bath. Without saying a word, she removes one of her gauntlets, and then the other, before laying them down quietly on the tiles by her feet.

Her boots are next. Then, the armour that covers down from above her knees. She now stands with only top half of her armour equipped, which still covers down to her thighs. Long, slender legs extend down to bare feet, and there she stops for now. "Kyle." She finally speaks once again. "I know we have spoke of it before, but do you still remember how we first met?"

"I do," you answer. "That was quite the adventure."

While you reply, she works to undo the rest of her armour. The top half comes off, and she places it down with the rest. She stands now in frilly pink shorts. She has a matching button-up, long-sleeve blouse, which may not be a crop top, but it's still rather short with her belly button more than visible.

Watching her is exhilarating. You've been through this sort of thing enough to know what's coming, especially when it comes to Nyllia, yet the familiarity does nothing to stifle the excitement of the situation. If anything, it makes it more potent. Your connection with Nyllia, just like all the others, has only grown stronger. You can feel that bond. And with her undressing before you, those several days of being alone come rushing back in the way of a big, hard reaction beneath the steamy surface of the water.

She runs her fingers along the silken soft fabric of her blouse and shorts with a pink-cheeked smile. She glance she gives you causes a tingle up something more than just your spine this time. "Kyle." She says your name again. It's easy to forget that to elves, using another's first name only means two things depending on the context: a very good friend, or an intimate lover. "I am uncertain. Please help me decide. Should I begin with my top, or my bottoms?"