"I'll go rest first. You all take your time soaking..."
"Ah... Aunt Jones, won't you stay a while longer?"
"..."
Ultimately, Sophia Jones succumbed to the increasingly bewildering and ambiguous atmosphere, rising from the bath with a splash.
Glittering droplets trickled down her body, extending from her back to her hips, tracing a perfect curve.
Sophia flicked her damp hair aside and glanced at Seven Brown, who had called her, with a faint, helpless smile at the corners of her mouth.
She lazily replied, "No, thanks. I have a lot of official duties to handle tomorrow."
Leonard Churchill and the other two watched as she stepped out of the bath with her long, sleek legs.
Her bare feet pressed against the floor as her tempting silhouette swayed, leaving behind a seductive view for the three of them.
Sophia left, and the slightly constrained atmosphere of the bathroom dissipated immediately.
