Julian let his mind drift, not thinking about anything in particular. The warm water, the pleasant aromas, the comfortable silence—it all combined to create a state of deep relaxation.
As he soaked in the warm water, he heard a sound from the main room beyond the bathing chamber. A door opening, then closing softly.
He was too lost in the warmth and comfort to focus on who it might be. Perhaps a servant returning to check on sothing. Perhaps one of his won coming to find him. It didn’t seem urgent, so he didn’t bother opening his eyes or calling out.
Then the footsteps grew closer, approaching the bathing chamber itself. They paused just outside the door. A mont of silence, as if whoever was there was gathering courage or making a decision.
The door then opened with a soft creak.
Julian’s eyes opened slowly, his head turning toward the entrance. Through the steam rising from the bath, he saw a figure step into the room.
Seraphine.
She stood in the doorway, frad by the light from the main chamber behind her. She wore the sa crimson gown she had worn during their expedition to Arenath—the one with the plunging neckline and the high slit up her left side that gave tantalizing glimpses of her thigh as she moved.
The gown clung to her curves like it had been painted on—emphasizing her narrow waist, the flare of her hips and the length of her legs.
But what caught Julian’s attention the most was her expression. That mischievous, teasing smile that told him she knew exactly what she was doing by coming here.
Julian raised an eyebrow, a slight smile tugging at his own lips. "Seraphine."
"Father," she replied, her voice carrying that playful lilt, almost musical in its quality . She stepped fully into the room and reached behind herself to close the door.
"I hope I don’t disturb you," she continued, taking a few steps closer, her hips swaying with each movent. "I was thinking of soaking as well. After everything we experienced today, I could really use so relaxation. So... release of tension."
Julian studied his daughter for a long mont. There was sothing undeniably appealing about the boldness Seraphine was displaying.
"The bath is pretty big," Julian said finally, gesturing to the pool around him. "More than enough room for two. And I could use so company."
Seraphine’s smile widened. "I’m so glad you think so," she purred, her voice dropping slightly lower, becoming more intimate.
She moved further into the room, her bare feet silent on the smooth marble floor. The slit in her gown parted with each steps, revealing glimpses of her thigh, sotis showing skin all the way to her hip, then concealing it again as the fabric fell back into place.
She stopped near the edge of the bath, perhaps six feet from where Julian relaxed in the water. Close enough that he could see her clearly despite the steam.
Then her hands moved to the straps of her gown, resting on her shoulder.
She paused and looked directly at Julian. Her expression was openly teasing, her eyes dancing with mischief.
"These straps are quite tight," she said innocently. "They’ve been digging into my shoulders all day. I’ll need to remove them to get comfortable."
Julian said nothing, simply watching, curious to see how far his bold daughter would take this ga she was clearly playing.
Seraphine’s fingers hooked under the left strap, where it rested on her shoulder. She slid it slowly, agonizingly slowly, off her shoulder and down her arm. The fabric shifted as the support disappeared, the neckline dipping lower on that side. More of her breast beca visible.
She let the strap hang loosely from her arm for a mont, the tease creating a sight that was sohow more arousing than complete nudeness. One shoulder bare, one still covered.
"That’s better," she murmured, rolling her bare shoulder. The movent caused her breast on that side to shift, to bounce slightly, drawing the eye.
Then she moved to the right strap, her movents mirroring the left side. This ti she pulled it even more slowly than before, building the tension.
Both sides of her neckline dropped significantly now, held up only by the curve of her breasts. The tops of both breasts were fully visible, the inner curves almost completely revealed. Any slight movent would cause the fabric to slip further, would reveal her nipples.
Seraphine adjusted her position slightly, causing exactly that result—the fabric shifted, and for just a mont, a hint of her areola beca visible on the left side before she shifted again and it was concealed.
"Oops," she said with mock innocence, though her smile was pure wickedness. "This gown is so loose now. It might just fall off completely if I’m not careful."
"Is this alright, Father?" Seraphine asked, her tone innocent despite the obvious sensuality of her actions. "I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. If this is too much, I can leave. Or I could keep my clothes on and bathe in them. Though that would be rather impractical."
"I’m perfectly comfortable," Julian replied, his voice even and controlled, though his eyes showed clear appreciation for the display. "Continue if you wish. I’m not uncomfortable in the slightest."
Seraphine’s smile turned absolutely wicked at the permission. "Well, if you’re sure..."
Her hands moved to the tie at her waist—the one that held the already loose gown in place, the last real barrier preventing it from simply falling to the floor. She grasped the ends of the tie with both hands, pulling them slightly to show Julian exactly what she was about to undo.
"You know," she said conversationally, even as her fingers began working the knot, "I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier. About how the world protects you. About how you’re essentially invincible here."
The fabric parted slightly at her midsection, showing a thin strip of bare skin.
"It must be nice," Seraphine continued, pulling at the tie more, the knot coming undone bit by bit, "to be so powerful. So completely without fear or vulnerability. To know that nothing in your own realm can harm you."
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