she wants a bath...

“I should like a bath,” she said, smiling a secretive grin.
“I could start it up for you…” you start to offer, but she hums a bit in disappointment.
“I don’t think I quite feel like getting to the tub,” she says. “The water so bothers my hair and wings.” Her almond-like eyes run over you expectantly. “Would you be so kind as to bathe me?” She raises her eyebrows suggestively. “With your tongue?”

The idea of exploring her enticing curves with your mouth stirs your loins almost instantly, and she seems to notice.
She giggles and raises her leg a bit near your face. “Go on, my pet,” she says alluringly. “Be a good boy…”