The bathhouse doors swing open with a flourish, and the three noble daughters burst inside in a flood of naughty giggling.
"He's really coming with us?" the eldest, Alirelle, gasps, practically bouncing on her toes.
"Oh yes!" the middle sister, Thalina, snickers. "The Great Mother has blessed us!"
"I've waited forever for this!" The youngest, Nymira, squeals as she clutches her towel to her chest.
Pip moves between them, strutting in like a golden guardian, joints freshly oiled, his body gleaming with magical polish.
Where do I even start? He thinks to himself as he lets out a modest beep and spreads his arms open.
The daughters swoon in unison.
"This is going to be the best bath of my life," Alirelle declares, already shedding her robe as she dips a toe into the steamy pool.
Thalina joins her, sashaying toward the water, letting her towel fall away with a casual toss. "I've heard rumors," she purrs, "that he can... cleanse the soul."
