The only sounds left in the bathroom were the gentle flow of water, soft breathing, and the distant, faint sound of waves.
Nina's massage was considerate and detailed, her fingertips occasionally glided over certain acupoints, bringing a comfortable sensation of soreness and swelling; Yala's cleansing was meticulous and focused, as if treating the most precious magic potion plants.
The steam rose, blurring their vision, softening the light, enveloping two distinctly different yet equally beautiful youthful bodies in a hazy warm glow.
Nina's honey-toned skin contrasted with Yala's pale, jade-like body beneath the shimmering water, yet they seemed strangely harmonious.
...
The next morning, the sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the castle's study, casting bright patches of light on the polished floor, while the sea breeze carried in a fresh, salty air.
Duke, after a night of rest, felt invigorated.
