Twilight fell.
Clad in a pure white bathrobe, Aiwass walked leisurely to the bathtub, carrying a glass bottle in one hand and a just-opened bottle of wine in the other.
He set the glass bottle on the shelf next to him and poured the ruby-like wine into a goblet that had been pre-filled with ice cubes, handing it to Isabel in the bathtub.
With a hint of shyness, Isabel pulled up her knees, her right hand covering her chest, while her slender, fair hand gracefully received the goblet.
"After all this time, what's there to cover up?"
Teasing her, Aiwass poured himself a glass as well.
He pulled up a chair and settled closely beside the bathtub.
"...You're such a bother."
Isabel murmured softly, slightly propping herself up in the bathtub and gently clinking her glass against Aiwass's.
