After their passionate session in the bath, Theo stepped out, his body still warm and sated from the love shared with Ely. Rachel, the shy maid, approached with a towel, her eyes downcast. "Sorry, Master," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.
Theo took the towel from Rachel, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he felt the electricity between them. Rachel's hand lingered on his, and he could see the longing in her eyes. The whispers of fate grew stronger, hinting that Rachel, too.
"Don't be," he responded, his voice gentle. "You don't have to be shy around me." He wrapped the towel around his waist, leaving his chest bare. Rachel couldn't help but let her eyes wander, taking in his toned abs and the water droplets that still clung to his skin.
Ely watched the exchange with curiosity, still floating in the afterglow of their intimacy. She could sense Rachel's desire and wondered if the quiet maid would soon be joining their harem.
