"My dear goddess. Please allow me to show you everything. This feels good, right?"
The Duchess almost kneaded Auriel's chest, making the female moan.
Auriel's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The warm water surrounding her, combined with Duchess Amara's touch and presence, left her feeling paralyzed.
Her rational mind screamed at her to push the Duchess away, to say something—anything—to assert herself.
Yet, her body refused to cooperate, caught in an uncomfortable mix of confusion and helplessness.
The Duchess's hands were soft and skilled, and her voice carried a soothing yet dangerously seductive quality.
"Goddess Auriel, you truly deserve nothing but the best. Allow me to ease your burdens, even if just for tonight."
Auriel swallowed hard, her throat dry despite the steam in the room.
