Gerlinde gazed down at the exhausted, heart-shaped face blushing on her shoulder.  She felt the trembles wracking the down-soft limbs; felt the cling of the satin nudity; the stir of orgasm's last smoky breaths through the forests of raw nerves within the kitty she cradled.<br/><br/>Gerlinde's eyes glinted with pride and nickel bright enjoyment.  Lisle kitty had had her reward.<br/><br/>"Good kitty.  Your body liked that very, very much."<br/><br/>Now was time for Lisle's reward.<br/><br/>"Now to reward you."<br/><br/>She busied to supply it.  Rising with a push of her legs, Gerlinde drew Lisle kitty with her, bearing her across the floor to the side of the bath.  There, Gerlinde turned on the tub's fixtures and got the water running hot; not fiercely so, but long enough to last for a soak.<br/><br/>The tub was a low, modest trough of marble, but large enough to accommodate two.  Gerlinde, relishing the thought with a fresh eagerness, left Lisle kitty tilted against its side as she plucked up the bed pan.  Examining its contents in a perfunctory, medical way, she quipped in a low purr to Lisle.<br/><br/>"You may take some small comfort in that one of those guards will have to police this up for us."<br/><br/>Gerlinde did a quick circuit to her front door with the pan, leaving it outside for trash pickup.  No more than a minute later, she was back by the tub, hunkered bare with one arm draped around Lisle kitty's back and the other putting fragrant oils into the stewing water.<br/><br/>With the drain of the tub shut, the water made the blend of oils swirl.  Gerlinde brought Lisle puss snug to her breast, denting its hugeness with Lisle pussy's face.  It was no accident that she placed Lisle kitty's face within a tongue's curl of her nipple's ruby bead.  Her fingers deliberately shifted the kitty's mouth there; practically parted her lips for her.  It was a test.<br/><br/>The result mattered little; Gerlinde was watching the oils spool together and inhaling the lush transformations they worked on the air.  The aroma of Lisle puss - her satiny skin, her distinctive touch of natural aloe, her pussy's musky salt - wove with the oils into a frilly dance: Scents like bright, embroidered ball gowns spinning on a shining floor of crisp awareness.  Gerlinde allowed herself to appreciate it as the tube filled.  She took pride in her gallery of scented oils.  She took an even greater pride in Lisle.<br/><br/>"I will feed you, too."  Gerlinde remarked.  "Then we can just curl on the couch.  Do you like salty tastes or sweet?"<br/><br/>Gerlinde felt she was doing good work here.  Like anyone brilliant enough to make a habit of applied genius, she enjoyed the embellishment of that.  Lisle kitty, overwhelmed, would truly be rewarded.  She might, in time, glow with that reward - take on its polish and shine through in the sweet way that was a subtle thread in all of her actions, even those of protest.<br/><br/>And it would be Gerlinde's hand, she thought as she fetched up Lisle pussy's flanks and bodily lifted her into the tub, that brought out any such shine.<br/><br/>Placing Lisle in the tub, Gerlinde slipped into it with her back to the faucet.  She set Lisle puss facing her, waist deep in the water with their legs entwined around one another.  Then, with images of lively ball room dances - frilly and brilliant celebrations of a noble, elaborate age - dancing in her head, Gerlinde took wash cloth, oils and bare hands, and set to rubbing every space of Lisle clean.