After what felt like hours of awkwardness, teasing, and emotional chaos, the royal bath ordeal finally ended. Dila and Fran, both now fully clothed, stood just outside the massive steamy gates. Somehow, without explanation, their outfits had been magically washed and dried—probably enchantments woven into the royal bath itself, but neither of them questioned it.
Fran stretched both arms high, her fluffy tail flicking lazily behind her, ears perked with satisfaction.
"Ahhhh~ yeahhh~! That was sooo refreshing, Sister!" she beamed, eyes sparkling. "And I got to hug Sister fully! Hehe~ I can die with no regrets now!"
She placed both hands behind her head, grinning like a cat who'd finally caught the fattest fish in the river. Her whole posture practically screamed: Mission Complete.
Dila, however, was a completely different story.
