Both sitting in the same copper tub in which towels kept their skin from directly touching the metal, Day and Foud dared not move. The piercing and insistent gaze of the Grand Master, elegantly seated in a chair, prevented them from relaxing when they needed it. Remnants of not quite healed scratches were present at the bottom of their necks, piquing the vampire's curiosity. The body of his omegas, finely muscled and with a marked waist, was a delight to admire but he wanted to see the back of their necks.
"That's when you want you to take them away from us," Day said, annoyed as the pain started being strong again.
"Painful?"
"Barely," Foud quipped as he nodded, "I swear, either take it off or go. I'm tired of you looking at us like that! "
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
"You are a voyeur."
"No! I make sure you are well, would you prefer that the servants watch you and assist you? "
"I don't need anyone to help me. I'm free."
