Glug glug glug.
Eleanor lifted her head from beneath the surface, her wet golden hair drawing a graceful arc in the air, exuding the wondrous charm of a mermaid.
Then she looked at Aske, who had the lower part of his face submerged in the hot water, blowing bubbles continuously to avoid looking at her body, and she couldn't help but laugh:
"Why are you so restrained?"
"I didn't know you were into mixed bathing." Aske said depressedly.
"What's wrong with mixed bathing?" Eleanor boldly moved closer, "Isn't it okay for your personal knight to attend to your bath and cleanliness?"
"I've never heard of a personal knight doing such things." Aske slowly backed away.
"Oh yes, they do." Eleanor cornered him, "If it's a male lord and a female knight, there's usually an ambiguous relationship; if the genders are reversed, it depends on whether the woman's family has strict restrictions on that sort of thing."
"But we... aren't in that kind of relationship."
