As with every bath of this kind accompanied by Aisha, he sat on a rather shallow section of the pool. It could have been a large step, but it was shaped for optimum comfort at that depth. It just barely covered his lap, in fact, the tops of his thighs often surfaced now that the water was moving with their entering.<br/><br/>He saw Aisha linger near a sconce, and then think twice about it and left it unlit before joining him. Though there was little undressing for her to do, while she prepared to bathe she had a smile that made it look like she was performing a strip-tease. It was the same today as it had been when she'd first been presented to him.<br/><br/>It was only after Aisha had curled up into him at his side that he looked for Layla. The tiny candles and the mirrored-in lights dances on the now rippling water. Seeing her was easy, seeing specific features was less so.<br/><br/>"Sit beside me, Layla." He said simply, not taking liberties with making room for excuses. "I want to see how you fit in my arm."<br/><br/>If his arm would wrap around Layla, it would be hard-pressed to match the level of passion the one around Aisha had. They were so accustomed to being intertwined that they had it down to a sensual science. One hand cupped one of Aisha's breast firmly but casually, her other breast grazing his side. The embrace kept as much of her form against his as seemed physically possible.<br/><br/>When she got even close to him, he unassumingly wrapped his other arm around Layla. It was an embrace that fit as far as their bodies, but to his senses, seemed cold. He figured it must just be nervousness or even shyness. He would have to break the ice with them.  His hand did not grope her, though his hand did touch her chest casually as he sat with them.<br/><br/>"This place has powerful energies for those who are to be connected. It is a place of embracing, interlocking energy. Here we will become a group of mutual pleasure and happiness."  His hand continued to grope and fondle at Aisha, second-nature now, especially with how she responded to him.<br/><br/>The hand around Layla moved up into her hair, massaging it almost absently compared to his hand with Aisha, but still clutching her hair gently and rubbing her scalp with his short nails.