The warmth of the bath clung to their bodies long after the ripples stilled. Allen didn't move. He sat, unmoving and calm, like a dark idol the maids were learning to worship. His skin glistened under the lantern light, water cascading down the cut of his chest and pooling along his thighs. One of the beastkin girls—Rae, the fox-eared one with bright eyes and a cautious curiosity—finally dared to step into the water.
The other two followed. Cinna with her thick brown tail twitching nervously, and Yeli, the tiny mousekin girl who kept sneaking glances at Allen's cock like it was some sacred weapon. They moved slowly, hesitantly, guided by Niva's sharp, wordless looks. The five broken maids sat watching from the sides, freshly cleaned, still flushed from Allen's attention. None of them spoke. They understood now—this wasn't about being first. It was about being worthy.
