Fran grinned wide, holding the strange green herbal soap in her hand like a mischievous cat ready to pounce.
"Ehehe~ washing time, Sister~!" she giggled.
Dila flinched, her eyes still shut tight. "Wait, you're seriously going to wash me? Fran, no! I can wash myself!"
But Fran was already behind her, humming innocently as she poured water over Dila's shoulders.
"Relax, Sister! This is tradition! I'll make sure you're sparkling clean before the main bath~"
Dila twitched, hugging herself awkwardly as the cold water ran down her skin. "Th-this isn't tradition! This is harassment! My personal space is gone!"
Fran just chuckled softly and worked up a lather of the herbal soap, spinning it in her palms. "Hehe~ Your skin's really soft, Sister. I bet all that royal blood keeps it nice."
Dila's face burned. "Don't say that like you're judging meat quality!"
