Despite being women.
As the manor lord, Janet's presence is far beyond their ability to confront directly.
With the assistance of two maids, Janet stepped forward onto the three-step wooden ladder before the bathtub.
Then she slowly moved her right leg forward and stepped in.
The infinite allure between her legs was fleeting, as it was immediately covered by the warm water, shrouded in a layer of gentle steam.
Janet leaned back slightly after stepping into the bathtub, eventually lying within.
Only her exquisite, fair face remained exposed above the hot water.
Even with the concealment of hot water and steam, two smooth white orbs floating in the water could still be seen.
Feeling the warmth and comfort brought by the hot water and smelling the faint fragrance of petals in the steam.
Janet comfortably closed her eyes, savoring the moment.
No matter how hard she tried.
She could not erase the image of the young lord clad in black armor and cloak from her mind.
