The room was fragrant with the warm aroma of flowers. Steam rose steadily from the large wooden tub.
In each corner of the room, toad-mouthed incense burners emitted wisps of smoke, filling the air with a scent akin to orchids and musk.
Aizen, under the care of two charming maidens, was already entirely unclothed.
At this moment, he was unarmed, his body completely exposed, seemingly at his most vulnerable. Yet, the Cold Moon Saber rested on the edge of the tub, and his body was still filled with immense internal energy.
For a Sorcery artist, the moment of least threat is not when they are unarmed but when their mind is completely unguarded.
For most men, faced with such an arrangement, they would let down their final defenses, abandon their last shred of caution, and indulge in physical pleasures.
The three maidens' faces were flushed, their lips like cherries, as they shyly but seductively removed their garments layer by layer:
