Gerald could feel the waves of warmth transpiring to him through the water he shared with Theodora. The bath was about four feet deep.
A thought of why Zerith had made such a thing in his house crossed his mind, but now he didn't need the answer for that any longer.
Whatever his reasons were, Gerald was the one to get its true joy. Gerald's hands gripped the edge of the bath as Theodora advanced in his way slowly, creating ripples in the water. The red rose petals moved, stuck to her bare belly and her cushiony breasts on her chest.
Gerald was the victim of her spell, who had lost his sense of thinking and self-restraint. She stopped right in front of him. Though their bodies were not touching each other yet, Gerald could feel the shivers that began to rock his body softly.
