Get steamy.

It's stunning no matter how many times you see it--the Royal Bath, a room of polished stone and a blanket of soothing steam. You're immediately greeted by the relaxing sound of a small waterfall pouring crystal clear water into a glistening pool. You step forwards and lay your hand upon one of the columns. The magical glowing braziers nearby cause the water to appear as if it flickers from below with aquatic flames. The walls are covered in beautiful paintings of rolling green fields and beautiful blue skies. All the way on one side, facing another on the opposite, are is a statue of a beautiful women within an inlet in the wall.

It all comes off--jewellery, armour, weapons, clothes. You don't want a thing on your body right now. Not at all caring to fold it up nicely, you discard your wardrobe by the wall, and then stretch your arms high above your head. For a moment, you bask in the steam as it envelopes your naked figure. You take in a deep breath before letting out a long, well-deserved sigh.

The moment your toe touches the water, you sigh yet again. The hot water embraces your leg, and then your other, before the heat rises up through your body. You sink down into the bath, bring your arms back to rest along the ledge, and then tilt your head back to stare towards the ceiling. It feels great.

It isn't long, however, before you're interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in," you call back.

After the soft creak of the door opening and then shutting, you hear more than one set of footsteps inching closer. You turn your head just enough to see both Yin and Amara. While she doesn't need to be carried around anymore, Amara still walks arm-in-arm with the devil, perhaps as a safety measure. Everybody pushed themselves hard today, but your elf looks completely tapped out. Though perhaps with the promise of something else coming, her body has started working against her. It looks like it still isn't all that easy for the poor girl to walk.

Amara rests her staff against the wall by your clothes. "Uhm... Sorry. I hope I am not interrupting," she says. While she is a rather quiet girl, she speaks even softer than usual, and more nervously as well. You can tell with your Kitty Sense that she's rather flustered.

"Neither of you need to apologize. If you want to join me, feel free."

"M-Me as well?" Yin asks.

You chuckle. "Yes. That's what I said. But it's up to y--"

Immediately, Yin begins to rustle her clothes. She slips out of her footwear, and then takes hold of the bottom of her maid dress. Amara can't help but watch as well. The devil seems to be getting ahead of herself. Due to rushing, it's more difficult for her to slip out of her clothing than it should be. Dark crimson comes to her cheeks, but finally, she manages to wiggle the outfit up to her chest, revealing a tiny pair of lacey black panties. You watch her hips wiggle. While laying back in your massive, gorgeous bath, you take in the view of Yin and truly realize how fortunate you are.

She finally pulls the dress up and over her head. Her bra matches the bottoms. Though after all that, she slowly and nearly folds her clothing up and places it down in an orderly fashion, even if it means bending over and giving both you and Amara even more of a show. You watch her spaded tail wave back and forth as she gets everything into place. At least, she turns back to you and snaps back into reality. Her golden gaze turns to Amara, and while she goes to curtsy politely, there's no dress to grab. "Ah. Mistress Tedrilui."

"Mistress?" Amara responds.

"My apologies. Does that name make you uncomfortable?"

"Amara is fine, Yin."

She smiles. "Y-Yes. Of course. Amara. Please, allow me to help you undress."

Amara smiles as well, and she looks to you with a knowing stare before turning her eyes to the devil. "That sounds lovely. But we should stand this way a little, so Kyle does not need to twist his head so far."

"I see." Yin nods.

The two make their way to the opposite side of the pool. Now you can lay back as you originally were, and by the look in Amara's eyes, it seems she knows exactly what she's doing. And while Yin seems more innocent at a glance, there is no chance she doesn't understand as well. The girls stop near the ledge of the pool, and from behind, Yin trails her hands around to the front of the dress, to Amara's stomach. Then she reaches up and plucks the hat of her head to be the first article of clothing removed, which she places down nearby.

Yin caresses along the elf's slender figure down until she takes a knee. There, she carefully slips the beautiful, elven shoes from her feet, taking her time to glide her hands down along the girl's bare feet.

"Your touch is so warm," Amara comments.

"Is that okay?" Yin asks.

"It feels very nice."

Yin seems happy to hear that. Still clad in no more than lingerie, the devil brings her hands up the other girl's legs. It elicits a quiet whimper from the other. She's still incredibly sensitive, and her body is likely screaming for attention at this point. However, Yin takes her time unlike how she was acting with her own wardrobe. She's very careful in how she slides up Amara's dress. The elf is wearing panties that are such a pale shade of pink that they're nearly white, which matches her brassiere, and then at last, it's pulled from her head. While Yin folds the garment up to be properly put away, Amara straightens her hair, and looks to you with a bashful smile.

Two beautiful babes--one clad in dark, the other light. One curvy, one slender. One red, one pale. Both with an innocent exterior, but a freaky interior. They touch upon each other, and as they hold on, both of them place their attention on you.

"Please," Yin speaks up. "Master. You must take care of Amara. Forget me for now... It's Amara who needs your attention the most."

Amara turns her gaze back to the other girl. "But Yin--"

"She can barely stand!"

The elf blushes. "Y-Yes, well..."

Then the devil maneuvers behind her, presenting her forwards. Her warm, crimson hands caress down Amara's delicate form. Then, after a pop, her bra is removed, revealing Amara's bare, modest bust, though more prominently, two incredibly stiff nipples, and it's definitely not cold in here. Surprisingly skillful fingers slip into Amara's panties, moving them down from her hips so that they drift the rest of the way down to her ankles. Amara nervously steps out of them.

While Yin doesn't yet touch Amara's most sensitive spot, her hands even coming near is enough for her to break. Immediately, Amara falls to her knees, now in nothing but her magic collar.

You get up and maneuver through the water towards her. "Hey, are you okay?"

She pants heavily. "I cannot... keep my composure anymore, Kyle." Her eyes rise up to stare into yours as you approach. There's a deep, powerful hunger there. She's so red that she nearly looks like Yin! After everything, she can't take it anymore. She's likely suffered through multiple denied orgasms thanks to what binds her neck. To be stimulated over and over again, especially when it's by choice--if it wasn't for the steam causing her skin to glisten, you wouldn't be surprised if she'd look exactly the same even without the bath nearby. The poor girl is soaked.

You reach the ledge of the pool and pull yourself out as you place a hand upon her cheek. Your other reaches up, and you take a gentle hold of her lip with your thumb. She looks up into your eyes--mesmerized, entranced. Without looking away you whisper, "Yin. Please bring me my key."

Amara shivers.