“Thank you mistress,” Lelika nods her head against your stomach, the rises slowly, kissing your nipples as her lips pass them. Your words reassure her and she smiles, the shame in her eyes fading to a dull spark. “The craftsmanship of the cane is excellent. Whoever made it must have been truly devoted to the cause of Loviatar. May I see it later?” she inquires curiously. Then after a brief pause she adds, “Mistress, my welts are still stinging. They feel fiery. Is this normal?”<br/><br/>At the mention of a bath the half elf chuckles, and by the time you enter the bathing area she has calmed down enough to remember your preferred form of address. “You do seem to bath a lot Alison. When I was a bandit once a week sufficed, and even in the temple I wasn’t expected to bath daily,” she observes, eyeing the water with mixed feelings.