When your breathing has steadied again, Cinnia leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Now," she says quietly, "I think it's time for your morning bath." With that, she slips out of bed and heads toward the bathroom, leaving you to follow in her wake. The maid who had delivered breakfast earlier stands by with a warm tub waiting for you both; Cinnia beckons her forward, motioning for you to climb in.

As you slip into the water, its warmth envelops you like a comforting embrace. Cinnia stands nearby, watching you with an expression that's equal parts fondness and desire. "This is going to be so much fun," she says, a giggle escaping her lips as she runs her hands through your wet hair.

She slips in beside you, their body pressed against yours. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, massaging them gently before sliding lower down your back. "