Nails gently claw your back as Lelika falls into your embrace, pressing her lips against yours and sliding her tongue through your mouth. As she does this she rotates her head to break contact when her neck is craned upwards. “Alison,” she draws a sharp intake of breath, moments later exhaling an inch away from your ear. “The burning, your touch. They mingle. They bring me closer to our Mistress,”<br/><br/>Her nails draw a line to your breast where they roughly grab the nipple which he tugs, pulling you with her as she steps closer to the water. “I will bath if you want me to. Especially if it means you will touch me. I liked that last night, it was the scrubbing I didn’t,” she reluctantly lets go of you to step into the bath, turning only to lean against the edge, legs splayed, arms by her side, grinning as she eyes your body and the vials of scented oils.