Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180213050501

(S9/Evylyn) Once Evylyn has removed most of Eothred's clothes, Rotha finishes filling the basin tub with steaming water. It's only a few inches deep, but it's more than enough.

Rotha walks over to Eothred and, giving Evylyn a smile of thanks, simply bends over and lifts Eothred into a bridal carry, despite his size. Showing little effort, but grunting as she tries to move gently, she lowers him into the basin so that he's leaning against the back.

"Huff...There we go. Let's get you cleaned up, master."

She speaks softly, but on saying the word 'master,' she casts a self-conscious look at Evylyn. For a moment, the Succubus can see a vulnerability in her, as if she's been allowed a peek into her psyche.

Shaking it off as if it didn't happen, she turns her attention to Eothred. She takes the soap and lathers up a washcloth and, gently, begins cleaning him. She doesn't scrub, but soaps him so that he can get as clean as possible. Evylyn can't help but see her attentiveness and movements have a deft touch to them, as if she were attending him as a wife. Gone is her rough edge and jaunty friendliness; here, Evylyn sees Rotha's soft curves and sweet plumpness as a matronly shape, suited to the High Orc's gentle actions.

Rotha glances up at Evylyn and smiles. She nods to the ceramic pitcher by the basin tub, wordlessly telling her that she can rinse him if she wants.