Twenty minutes ago, in the bathroom, on the stone tiles, a pair of slender and delicate legs disappeared into the pale white mist.
The woman's bright silver hair cascaded over her snow-white, delicate skin, the ends of her hair brushing against her thighs, cleverly accentuating her alluring curves. Further up, her flawless back was hidden within the silver hair, exuding a jade-like luster like the steam rose.
Astrid stood quietly, the warm liquid spiraling around every inch of her skin through her mental energy, like a living water snake gently kissing her.
In the heat of summer, the most comfortable thing is to take a perfectly warm bath at the end of the day.
Although the bathing facilities at Lyra's home were not as sophisticated as those in the royal capital, as a mage, Astrid could still enjoy a service comparable to her palace by manipulating water elements.
